It's 1am. 

Hazel's with me.

One guy in 40ish came in, in patient-like clothes, and suddenly shouted at us two, in a really scary way.

Then he went ahead to a table in the dark, quiet.

I've no idea what he's doing, and I'm too scared to look toward his direction.

Hazel and I tired to maintain our conversation for a few seconds. 

But finally decided to leave.

We started packing, slowly and quiently, pretending to be calm.

While packing I peaked at him every 5 seconds, and for one second I saw him stand up and turn to us - I grabbed all Hazel's stuff and we excaped across the door at lightening speed...

This is the last night @ Queen Mary Starbucks. Tomorrow I'll no longer live at Sassoon 6A.

What a nice ending ><