He walked with a slight swagger. His face was not quite smiling. It was more like a smirk.
He cut through the line of customers. Unapologetic-ally.
I knew I had to do something before he reached the front.
“Excuse me.” I huffed.
I put my hand out to stop him from passing.
“I was here first.” I said.
“Well so was I.” He barked.
“You are not a dog!”
I watched in shock as he turned into a chihuahua.
I laughed as a waiter put some coffee into a bowl for him.
Then it was time to reach the counter.
“Mocha with two sugars please.”

ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.