I Was Running Late for Work

There's a small cafe I generally pop into when I head to work in the morning. As I looked in the window, I saw a familiar figure at one of the corner tables. The blonde guy wasn't looking in my direction, nor did he seem to give any indication that he was aware of my existence. He was there though, and I was on the verge of walking in and confronting him before I noticed the time and decided getting to work was more important. Once this happens, dance, twice his coincidence, three times, is enemy action. It's not his fault he's being stalked by some weird living hive.

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