Clay

I walk into a random restaurant and close my umbrella happy to be out of the rain. I walk to the front desk to see if ther is an open table when you walk over. Your well dressed as of you came to this place strictly on business, it's expensive and the color matches your skin tone perfectly. You call my name and I turn to look at you confused ... I suddenly realize who you are oh... It's you my voice sounds cold and melancholy almost as of I'm more irritated to see you than happy.