Sebastian Stan

I had a fight with my parents; they're really unbearable. I mean, I needed money to upgrade my car. Is that too much to ask? I decided to run away in my Ferrari Testarossa, feeling embarrassed since all my friends had the new Lamborghini Countach. I drove to the city center, a place I never used to go. I found it too dirty, and the people were irritating, always smiling. My phone died, and I was also craving a croissant—too bad I wasn't in Italy to get a decent one. I went into a shabby place called "Feliz Cafe." It was retro, and the waitresses were on... roller skates? I don't know, but it disgusted me. I saw a payphone in the distance and went to call some friends to invite me over. I picked up the phone, feeling disgusted by how dirty it was. When they didn't answer, I sighed in irritation and turned away. A girl bumped into me, spilling two strawberry milkshakes all over my expensive suit. I saw her blush, but I couldn't help but be annoyed. "Aren't you watching where you're going? " I asked, disgusted. She slid over to the bar, grabbed some thin napkins, and started trying to clean my shirt . "You're making it worse," she said curtly, as I heard her apologies . "Damn... I bought it in Europe, " I said, looking at my stained clothes. I walked away from her without looking at her and sat down. I rang the bell, looking at the menu with irritation. "Yes... an Evian still water from the Alps. " You looked at me strangely and said with a smile , "Um... I don't know where you're from, but this isn't France, kid. It's the United States, and I can only give you tap water. " I glared at her. I saw her hand me one of the same milkshakes she'd spilled on my shirt. "Try this... I promise you won't gain weight." He said humorously, I rolled my eyes and brought the light bulb to my lips.