- After this stupid joke they put us out and locked the door from the inside, and here we are, drinking Irish coffee in the middle of nowhere, what a fate, what a stupid joke..” - She sight heavily and slapped her face in her hands.
“ So you are not pregnant?”
One more glance of her! Like a fire anger burns inside these eyes. Does she hates me this much?
“ Just kidding my love, just kidding.”
She rise her face to look on waitress reaction. Well it seems that she wants for some explains of our stupidity.
“ ... I was overflowed with their control, and their “care”. Nothing and no one can tell me what to-do and who to date with! Nor parents neither gods!”
At this moment she looks like a wild trapped wolf, ready to tear apart everything that will get on her way to the freedom.
“ Well, well… What a nasty child.”
Waitress smoke her cigarette and listen our story to the end with a wise smile of a devil.
Some tears, some laughs, some hate and some love, nothing new can't you meet on the road, nothing more than you need to live how it lives.
And we stay here for a night. In the night road cafe, on the old dirty couch, with empty pockets, but full of hopes that the road knows better what we need, and what is better to leave for those who will never start the trip.
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