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Rose’s eyebrows raised as she had the opportunity to witness the fit the woman was throwing because of a misspelled name. She wasn’t going to comment on it or anything, she was just going to keep drinking her coffee and probably going to pick some food up for Gracie on the way out when she heard a voice coming from her side and couldn’t help but to smile at the man. “Oh, that would be quite the world, you know? Where our problems were so petty that the thing to stress us the most is a misspelled name on a coffee cup.” She shook her head, the smile widening. “Fortunately, I guess that’s as big as problems get for this lady right there, can’t say that I do not envy her one bit, I mean, while she has this to be upset about, I imagine you and I have a million other things.”
“How come it’s always the ones that don’t have anything much to worry about in the grand scheme of things who always make such a scene? It’s like they’re uncomfortable when the world doesn’t revolve around them,” Evan interjected, shaking his head bitterly. “It’s like they think poor and struggling people are only poor and struggling to enjoy the benefits of being the center of attention and pitied,” he added, rolling his eyes. “Fucking amazing.”










