"Dan?...Dan?" He let out a breath as if to get up, but it turned out he was just making himself feel more comfortable. My face screwed up in frustration. "Danny!" I borderline screamed as I smashed my fists onto the table he was napping on. He yelped as he shot up, almost throwing himself off his chair. "What?!" he said indignantly. "What are you doing sleeping now?" I asked with indignation myself. "I'm tired, I didn't sleep very well last night," he whined. "This is why you work on the magazine when we plan to do so, not when you think you're free." "Dude, can you keep quiet?" he asked as he placed his head back on the table. "Why? So you can go back to sleep?" "That'd be nice, but this is also a public place. I think they'd appreciate that as well," he said pointing away into the room. For the first time since all these events I remembered we were sitting in a...
Stories are told all around us. We simply need to choose to listen.