(PASTRY SHOP)
(breads and snacks tiled upon shelves of each other, their scents are overwhelming)
(takes an interest in some little cakes)
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani(as far as she's concerned, these cakes are far from lies)
(meanwhile, with the blindfolded man, who I should note is not just in a skintight suit but is actually wearing some sort of black coat)
Metaphors, yes. The early bird gets the worm, and some such.
Bird species. Pigeon. Gray, like stone.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani(mm dems the cakes)
(you got blackforest, you got some green tea thing going on, you got ones covered in nuts...)
Lightweight. Weightless; the weight of a feather.
(and you've got that guy still mumbling shit)
(is already asking the man at the counter for a slice of the blackforest)
"Shake the dust." - Anis MojganiDo not pay me any mind. It is not as though I take an interest in this girl. I care not for her resemblance to whomever concerns me.
I realize now that I do not hunger, therefore I shall be leaving this place.
(he exits)
Black. Black coffee. Bitter, but tangy.
...that was...uh...
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani

"Hm? Oh, hey, uhhh..."