Zoey

Early this morning, when Zoey had just arrived at his snack shop, saw a boy hugging his backpack in lie of the door.

Zoey wakes himself, this is kid must be much younger than Zoey.

In his hand, here still hugging the backpack, Zoey standing opposite the boy, on the table were two cups of coffee, made from the coffee package from Vietnam that Zoey loved, the great 'net café'.

"Where are your houses? I looked at myself, trying to look like I was about to come of age mature !" She took a big sip of coffee after asking.

The opposite boy did not move, even if he was a toe.

Zoey did not feel surprised, the youth of disagreement somewhat Zoey has guessed. She did not rush to expose, leisurely and calm as usual, finished drinking a cup of coffee and swept the floor, wiped tables and chairs, and prepared three jars of iced tea.

After the clock is nine o'clock, from the door, the blonde girl is straightened with care, a pair of vivid blue eyes, a beautiful and striking person, the fish will be sure if standing in the middle of the crowd crowded, she was a friend who realized first, if she was an acquaintance.

Zoey is still struggling with green mango in a large bowl.

"Zoey, you love."

As soon as the words were stored, Zoey quickly quit the work he was doing, removing the thick pair of gloves along with thick impurities.

Appearing in Zoey's eyes is not only a beautiful face but a costume she wore on her body. It looks beautiful, having to say this light pink skirt is very suitable for her.

"Calla? When did you come back without telling me?"

"Darling! I'm afraid of being tired, busy working at this snack shop."

"It is true that my love! You are the best."

After a few short words, the two of them exchanged a warm hug.

Calla's eyes chopped down into a boy, Calla was inherently curious and asked, "Who is Zoey? This kid looks so immature. Are you in love with planes?" She was curious, seven parts for her friend because she had been dull and moldy for a long time. She finally had a lover, the other part was afraid that her friend was dug.

Zoey quickly smashed the mind of Calla: "No, baby. I see it lying in front of my shop." Calla looked at Zoey full of bad thoughts.

"Ah, then picked up the fall and brought it home to hide."

Immediately, Zoey pinched one cheek.

"My friend, don't think more nonsense than that kid is a little older. His won't catch my eye."

While both Zoey and Calla were chatting with each other, the boy with brown skin, blonde hair, dark brown eyes did not look carefully, thinking that the black eyes were gone, this friend had a pretty face, a one. The beauty is loving, the expression if only heard, it does not eat anything with the skin.

He wore shorts and Camle coats, the young man noticed the A4 to have glue was shaped on the glass window next to him. Stepping out, reading the content above, he thought for a while and then closed his job to get a job here, temporarily, until he found a better job.

Now that boy couldn't go home, I was unable to recall two nights before a big argument with my father. He would rather not become a writer like his father and mother but just wanted to be an elementary school teacher.

Still saw the two girls talking passionately, he did not dare to speak up, immediately returned to his seat. He looked at the cup of coffee with a special scent that had cooled down, and placed it on his lips. They could not help but admit that it was delicious and different from the cups he had drunk before.

After a time, Calla leaves with something in a paper pocket, Meteo inquisitive about what it lived on. I thought there was a chance to apply for a job, a group of people entering, all the young ages nine to ten years old.

"Miss Zoey!" The children call in unison.

"You're here! Today is Sunday, it's a little more I forget, if you don't come, kids will close the store today." Zoey smiled brightly, hugging each child.

"Now, have you sitting at the table! Do your angels have breakfast yet?"

Six children in unison and replied: "Lisa's mother has made breakfast for us."

"Oh, so cute." After saying that, Zoey turned to work, Meteeo looked at the children, the boy loved the children. When I looked back, I found out that there was a piece of bread and omelet.

It is true that it is not surprising.

Zoey put on the table, each of the children's position a book and a few crayons, then to the place of Meteonsitting.

"Are you missing people who don't know if you want to stay?"

Meteo was filled with surprise, but still nodded easily.

"Then have breakfast. In a while, the guests will come quite a lot."

And as Zoey said, the guests were unexpectedly crowded, the other six children were taken upstairs to play, Meteeo was confused that they should not be able to make it in time for the guests. He wondered why they liked this nylon like this, the whole bread was removed or the cake from what Zoey said was this strange "bread".

He ate something like plastic bags, and it was strange.

Meteo felt tired after the shop was closed in the evening, Meteo wanted to give up and return home. At home, he was always worried by the maid from tiny things, not only tired but also scolded again.

His father said that Meteo would not live outside for more than a week.

Giving up so early, Meteo! Life is inherently not easy, trying harder.

Believe in yourself. Towards the goal of abstaining from the suggestion.