"Oh is not grudge, is loath." I corrected her, my eyes wandering around the occupied reception.
"You are so forward." She claims. Well no offense taken, I'm quite used to hearing that.
"What do you achieve by being vague?" I retorted.
"Patience."
Okay now she's sounding like a preacher, it makes me want to sleep, I couldn't suppress the yawn.
"Oh, have they told you the possibility of getting rotten is high when patience is involved?" I roll my eyes, raking my hand through my hair.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She inquiries, she looks confused. Yeah, I like to do that to people.
"It means the more you sit on a chair and deceive yourself patience is good, the further you get older without obtaining your liberties and you rotten there waiting for the impossible." I smartly to
