Page 6 - Performance Task

“It will be so relaxing” she had told me; “You look sad, you may be up to a good meal or something good” she had said. Why was I sad in that moment? Ohh, because of Mark, of course. I had seen him that very morning as I grabbed a bite at Mr. Peter’s. I had reached the cafe by 9:00 that morning, and ordered the regular breakfast I had eaten since I was 15: eggs, coffee, orange juice and waffles. Like always, I was alone with my walkman. Laura Branigan was singing as I took my first sip of coffee. A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, Gloria, how's it gonna go down? Will you meet him on the main line, or will you catch him on the rebound? Will you marry for the money, take a lover in the afternoon? Feel your innocence slipping away, don't believe it's comin' back soon As I was about to attack the eggs, something curious happened: Mark entered the cafe with a panic expression in his eyes. I had never seen him eating breakfast out of his house. I mean, I could not believe that his mom had permitted him to exit the house with an empty stomach. He had not seen me, that was a plus. Braningan kept singing: Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria) I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you've been living under (Gloria) But you really don't remember, was it something that they said? Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria? When I less expected it, I looked back and saw him approaching. Goddamnit. I mean, I have nothing against Mark, but he’s just too, ugh, dumb. “Hey, Leo!” “Hey, Mark” “How are you doing? Can I join you?”