(Your POV)

I woke up next morning and head to the bathroom.

“Great, this is exactly what I need, swollen face and eye bags. Fantastic.”

After I wash up, my face got a little better. I apply make-up so that no one can see what a mess I am and I wore a ruffle shirt with jeans and sneakers to go shopping. I just need to relax today. I went to the mall and head to the bookstore, yes, books calms me sometimes, food included. I decided to buy a new book since the last book I read seemed like centuries ago and I’ve been busy texting when I was in a relationship. I just realized that I neglect things too when I got another. Whatever.

So, I saw the book that I’ve been trying to buy since last year on the top shelf. The store is huge, the workers is at the front desk which is so far from where I am standing. And I had to admit I'm too lazy to head to the front desk and ask them to come over.

“Great, awesome.” I don’t think I’m short, I’m 165cm, I’m not THAT short, I’m normal. Wouldn't this be considered tall somewhere in the world?

Suddenly this tall guy happens to pass me by,