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xlocation: coffee shopxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
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xxx"i've never so adored you
xxxi'm twisting allegories now
xxxi want to complicate you
xxxdon't let me do this to myself."
There was something... different about this girl. She lied to him at first about why she was here. He hadn’t fully believed her, so he wasn’t terribly surprised when she admitted the real reason. But before he could say anything more, she made a comment about him being good-looking. He was so shocked that he didn’t even say anything as she leaned over to look at his screen, something that usually would have irritated him a little.
“I, uh... Hamlet is my favorite. The eternal question of whether or not Hamlet is truly mad, the question of Gertrude’s motivations, whether or not Claudius is a good king, and whether or not Ophelia’s death was a suicide... I like things that make you think. Leave you wondering,” he said. In reality, he related to Hamlet a hell of a lot more than he was going to ever admit. A depressed prince left in a role he was unable to handle, and eventually going mad? It seemed a little too close to home. James just hoped that his story would have a happier ending.
“I’m actually doing my essay on Hamlet. How his character would have been received at the time and how that perception has changed. The second part is okay. But I hate history and I’m struggling to put my thoughts into a coherent sentence that will be acceptable to my professor.” He admitted. “I thought coming here for a change in scenery and a good coffee might help, but... it isn’t really.” He shut down the lid of his laptop and shoved it back into his bag. “But maybe a conversation with a pretty girl might?” He remarked with a smirk, returning her compliment from earlier.
“I, uh... Hamlet is my favorite. The eternal question of whether or not Hamlet is truly mad, the question of Gertrude’s motivations, whether or not Claudius is a good king, and whether or not Ophelia’s death was a suicide... I like things that make you think. Leave you wondering,” he said. In reality, he related to Hamlet a hell of a lot more than he was going to ever admit. A depressed prince left in a role he was unable to handle, and eventually going mad? It seemed a little too close to home. James just hoped that his story would have a happier ending.
“I’m actually doing my essay on Hamlet. How his character would have been received at the time and how that perception has changed. The second part is okay. But I hate history and I’m struggling to put my thoughts into a coherent sentence that will be acceptable to my professor.” He admitted. “I thought coming here for a change in scenery and a good coffee might help, but... it isn’t really.” He shut down the lid of his laptop and shoved it back into his bag. “But maybe a conversation with a pretty girl might?” He remarked with a smirk, returning her compliment from earlier.