Dear Wilbur, |Wilbur Soot|

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A small coffee shop. That's where I was headed for maybe the third time this week. I believe that everyone has a safe space, I think this is mine. 

It's been raining on and off all day, as soon as the rain slowed down to drizzle I left my small studio flat. My tall black boots hit the curb, water splashing up.

I'm wearing tight high waisted jeans, a white shirt and long brown trench coat. With my jornal in my left hand and pen in the right.

The coffee shop is maybe two blocks away, i'll be able to make it just before seven thirty and be back before nine, just like most nights.

It's Wednesday night and if Mallory was said there would be a singer this week, something that doesn't happen to often. 

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I push open the glass door, and enter the tiny building. The familiar small of coffee beans and tea fill my mind. I close my eyes and focus on the smell.

I'm greeted by one of the baristas there, i've never seen her before so I assume that shes new.

Mallory is sitting at one of the tables, her red hair pulled back neatly into a short ponytail. She smiles as she notices me sit down across from her.

"Oh, you finally made it." She says softly, shutting her phone off as she does do.

"It was raining so hard. I didn't want to get wet." I shrug it off.

rain is my favorite type of weather, one of the may reasons that I love London.

"Whatever the reason," She sighs, taking out her pony tail. "I bought you some hot cider, you're welcome."

"Why thank you," I sit in the seat and grab the warm cup of Cider. The steam from the cup warms my cold face.

"Mm I did a little research on the guy who's preforming here, his name is Wilbur. He must be popular considering how many people are here tonight." Mallory tells me

I look around, the cafe is almost completely full. The most i've ever seen it was barely half full.

"He must be the shit." I say sarcastically.

"Speaking of that, maybe you can actually grow a pair and talk to him." Mallory gives me a look.

I roll my eyes, "oh whatever. I don't need to talk him, seems like there's enough girls here for him anyway." I point out the several young women who seem eager and giddy for it to start.

"And? you're sexy, I bet he'd want to talk to you more than anyone else" She playfully grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"Oh stop it, you're making me blush." I joke, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I release my hand when I see a tall man walk over to the corner of the room, and plug in a few things on the tiny stage. It's not until he turns around can I really get a good look at him.

You were nothing like I thought. Tall, messy brown hair, dark eyes. The songs you sang were memorizing. I understand now why everyone was crowding the cafe.

"Hi, I'm Wilbur Soot, and I've just released an album this year." Several claps echo through the cafe, along with many mumbles. This first song is called Jubilee line."

He grabs his guitar and adjusts it in his lap, and slowly starts to strum his fingers along the cords. He continues the rhythm for a bit before speaking.

"Wasting your time. . ."  He sings, his voice is loud when hes next to the mic, the sound carries throughout the room.

The quiet song only last for a minute before he forcefully strums the guitar. "Theres a reason, London puts barrier on the the tube line."