Janée walked slowly through the streets if Russia, it was usually peaceful and all she saw was people walking around minding their own business and it was kinda the same today but it was kinda different.
For some reason everyone seemed to be in a relationship, everywhere she looked couples were either holding hands, hugging or kissing and it was pissing Janée off.
What the heck was going on in her street?
She walked into a store to get herself some soda, asides from her recent heartbreak, she was always hungry.
Every single aisle she walked past had something love related and it was really pissing her off. Was the universe really that heartless?.
She got her can of soda and paid for it before leaving quickly, seeing couples everywhere and getting love related stuff shoved in her face wasn't her idea of a relaxing walk.
Janée suddenly had an idea, she knew how to make the evening way more interesting.
...
This was a bad idea.
The smell of alcohol, swear and people with nothing better to do filled the air, that's if there was any air in the first place.
Random people danced with each other and Janée was pretty sure almost all of the people there were high of one thing or the other.
Turns out going to a bar to relieve stress only works for alcoholics and pervs (both male and female) and in movies too, Janée cursed the sappy romantic comedy she was watching the previous day.
What the hell was she supposed to do now, dance with some random strangers (That's how bars work though) Janée didn't like the bar or bars in general at that point, she liked the cheap alcohol though.
Janée after little thought turned around and left the bar that looked like it was specially made for the unemployed.
Janée walked into a nearby cafe, immediately she opened the door, the bell that was just above it chimed and warmth hit Janée, the good kind of warmth not the kind of warmth from the bar that was caused by way too much body friction.
She sat in the most discrete seat which was just by the corner and ordered an Americano when the waiter scrambled to take her order. An Americano was a poor choice but she felt bitter anyways.
Her coffee came after a few minutes and she just sat there sipping a steaming hot coffee while scrolling through her phone, and although too early was stalking her ex's Instagram.
"He seems to be doing well", she said to herself, it's like she's the only one suffering, that son of a cow.
Janée shivered for some reason it became cold, did the heater stop working?
"You're in my seat"
Janée looked up.
Yep that's what took her warmth away.