At a pub

In one of those little silences of which no one likes to admit that they are awkward, I adjust my angle so I lean back further on the armchair and can cross my legs more broadly, ankle resting on my knee. And I am kind of satisified and smile because I think I probably look kinda cool. But then I immediately feel stupid because why the fuck do I even care how I look, I just want to genuinely connect with somebody.

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