Longtimetg

  Matt’s recliner buzzed quietly as he raised his feet into the air. It had been a long day, and goddamn did he deserve this. It was Friday, thank god, and another tedious week of corporate targets and meetings was finally over. Sitting back and turning on his flatscreen TV, Matt took a sip from his expensive glass of champagne. It was no secret that he took great pride in his work ethic and dedication, it was the reason he was where he is today. He was something of a wunderkind, rising to a high-end corporate role in one of the biggest companies in America in just 6 years. And boy did he reap the benefits. It was a proud moment for Matt when he finally moved into this apartment, and it was well worth the wait. Two bedrooms (though he lived alone), a beautiful open plan living area with a full working kitchen, and not to mention the unbeatable sky top view of New York City! It was the perfect space for him to kick back, relax, and enjoy the start of his weekend…   …or it...

Ethan sat anxiously, tapping his leg as he waited. It was a lovely summers day, and the sun was just beginning to paint the sky a tint of yellow, though still high enough to beat down a relaxing warmth. Ethan, however, had no interest in the beauty of nature right now. The time was 7:24, 24 minutes after the pair had agreed to meet. Ethan had already finished his first drink and was using all the self-control within him to avoid getting another. Though he had been talking to Harriet online for some time, this was their first time meeting, and Ethan started to ponder whether or not she would show up at all. “Hello there, sir.” A deep, gruff voice beckoned from above him. Glancing up, Ethan saw a young man, mid to late twenties, looking down at him. He didn’t appear as though he worked here, and he held a small, unmarked box in his hands. “Uhh… can I help you?” Ethan responded in a dismissive tone, uninterested in starting a conversation. “Well, I couldn’t help but notice you w...

  “Free sample?” “No, I’m good thanks.” James huffed as he swept past the coffee shop worker. Today was not James’ day. There was no sugarcoating it, he’d just been fired from work. He had serious debts to pay. He had a wife at home to provide for and he had no idea how. “Free sample?” “No.” He had no desire to be polite. He was at the lowest point in his 45 years of living. Shit. How was he gonna tell Jenny? Questions barrelled through his mind as he kept his head down, desperate to escape the hustle and bustle of the city centre and get to the train station. “Free sample?” “…” god, what was with all of these fucking samples? The last thing he needed right now was a fucking sample of something he didn’t even have the funds to pay for anymore. Couldn’t they see that James was a man in a hurry? *thud* “Hey!” Came the voice of a teenage girl, As he walked hurriedly down the street, James must have caught her and sent them flying to the ground. Shit, no time ...

  “Right this way” the waiter led the group to their table. It had been a long time since they’d been able to make time to get together, but Ryan, Leo, Tom and Lucy had finally found a common gap in their schedules. It had been so long that the friends had decided a simple enough dinner outing was a good opportunity to catch up with each other. And so, here they were, visiting the best “fine but not too fancy” establishment they could find. Ryan was probably the most eager. Truthfully, this were by far his closest friends, so he had sorely missed the level of social interaction that they brought. He understood, of course. They were all in their early twenties, all entering the true beginning of their adult lives, so naturally the social life was put on the back burner for a while. But still, he was glad to be back. Finally, the friends arrived at their table. It was near the back of the restaurant, not that it really mattered to any of them. Eagerly, Ryan and Leo called dibs on t...