’cause I’m evil

It’s not very late but the stars have already taken control over the sky. You are walking home feeling worn out and looking at shiny, welcoming shop windows, some of them are still open. Cold breeze makes you shiver so you fold your arms hoping to keep some warmth inside. You stop at the crossing and while waiting for the traffic lights to let you go, you just peek in the American coffee shop. You can see people typing on their laptop or chatting to each other and you remember that you used to be one of them. But now you have to go home and sort things out with your partner in one way or another.