The Boy Out Of The Graphite Picture

Chapter 4

[Louis]:(flips the grey and beige sneakers in his hand, subtly checks the shoe sizes in the similar boxes below, he marchs to the cashier seeing no employees around)"Excuse me, may I find an 8 in these?"

[Cashier]:"Uhm, I suppose. Didn't you spot one in the boxes?"(motions with her head, Louis shakes his no)"Alright."(turns her head to her mate)"Shane, go fetch an 8 in this."(holding up the shoe)"If you may find."

[Shane]:(shouts back, more near the backroom than them)"We have a 7,5 though!"

[Louis]:"I think it'll do."(walks to the small seating to try out, pushes his left foot in sore, he flips it, it doesn't suit, he mutters)"Bloody hell."

[Cashier]:(finishes up arranging something, notices Louis' struggle, accidentally)"It don't fit I see."

[Louis]:(purses his lips, neats the shoes back in their box)"Apearantly."

[Cashier]:(turns around again-syn to her friend who's walking in a different direction)"Shane! Did you check the very back near the candle? Patrick brought a new collection on Wednesday"

[Shane]:(does as asked, comes back)"We haven't, that's to be our last-."

[Louis]:"It's actually larger."(pauses)"I need a smaller one."(they stare at him for a split second)

[Cashier]:"It's no trouble that way then. You could've said it from the beggining."(Louis only keeps looking at the ground)

[Shane]:"That you can find right where you picked up the first."(points at said section, Louis frustredly tries to help him as he gets him the wanted shoes, and drops some of the red boxes, he purses his lips, helps through what previous help led up to, shane tries to take over setting back up)

[Louis]:"I can manage."(abruptly picks up saught after footgear)"Here is my demand."(he goes for trying it on, it fits! he mutters again)"Thank good god."

[Shane]:(crossing his arms, nods at the fitting shoes)"Very well then. Enjoy."

[Louis]:(smiles politely heads to pay for what he sure knows to be cursed shoes)"All done then"(putting it down)

[the cashier]:(smiles at him, packs the item)"After a long bother, ei?"

[Louis]:(works out a snicker)"Right."

[cashier]:(doing that computer stuff)"That'll be a 65 , sir."

[Louis]:(holds up his credit card)"A cardit will do?"

[cashier]:(showing some confused look)"You can pay cash or with a credit card, sir."

[Louis]:(hands in his HSBC credit card)"That'll do then."(takes his obtainment and the cashier's smile and 'have a joyful day' and leaves.)

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[Louis]:(standing in little, old, soiled clothing, different people chatting around the dark, fairly large hall, in the middle of the wet grounded street. Exhaling hot, slow breaths; he is not tired, his throat feels disgusting, the spinning space feels about falling aside. He doesn't pay much attention to the small people, nor the numerous inhuman shaped silhouettes passing around and by in the blink of an eye, but the enthusiasm is in his unbroken countenance. The rooms leans and leans to the side, it does not fall, and the picture starts breaking like thin glass and mirror, he wipes his face and forehead, waking up.)"Ouph..."

{SCENE 2}:

[Louis]:(sitting to a table in the near café, drinking his tea-duh, holding his phone in the other hand, probably checking another article, Niall comes in, of course, and head along directly to him, he says, dry)"Stalking me now? Again."(correcting himself)

[Niall]:"No, it just seems that I can't go a day without seeing best friend dearest."(smiles confidently, then slaps the back of his neck)"You go any external place except for this coffee shop?"(gestures with his hands, logically)"You're not at your apartment, you're here."

[Louis]:(looking at his phone)"I can't even have my tea in peace, for lord's sake."

[Niall]:(placing his arms on the table) "Speaking of which; we never hung out with Liam besides in your clinic."

[Louis]:(rises a brow)"That is what you came here for?- which has absolutely no relation with whatever that I said, speaking of that."

[Niall]:(deadpanned)"You get the point."

[Louis]:(pause, he uses his phone)"Do you want me to meet the mister at the top if the Eiffel tower the one time we meet?"

[Niall]:"I suppose he's straight, but wouldn't mind a date of the sort. Side note: you suck at making jokes in specific, and comments in general."

[Louis]:(sips on his drink)"You are not going to ruin my tea, you are not going to ruin my tea."

[Niall]:"But we could hang out, go for a lager or another."

[Louis]:(on his phone)"I've heard about
three way relationships, but I have no interest Niall."

[Niall]:(throws his head back)"And you say I am ruining your tea."

[Louis]:(doesn't look up)"Of course you are."
(pauses)"I literally saw the lad's face for in hour in my life."

[Niall]:(after a stretch of quiet, and of his arms)"Seriously though, I'm trying to make the shop appear more...mentally comfortable for the customers, thought I could use some tips. Those golden words of yours, my wise man."

[Louis]:(quirks a brow)"You know you can google that."(looks down, then back up) "Mentally comfortable?"

[Niall]:(whiny)"You know what I mean! You're the psychologist he-"

[Louis]:(cuts in)"And I am a psychiatrist, not a psychologist."(a longer silence)"Fine. Paint the walls orange."(another stretch of quiet)

[Niall]:"You're giving me a hard time."(gets up to leave)"And there exists polyamorous relationships, you can google that."

[Louis](snorts)"Sure, hence your love life full of threesomes."

[Niall]:(at the door)"Unlike you! Uneducated virgin!"(Louis looks around for any catching ears)

Author note 📝:

Colors have a mental effect that differs from a color to a another, not only orange though, and I have once read they painted the walls of a prison pink to render the prisoners less aggressive.

The specific reason Louis chose orange is the encouraging and determining effect, for convincing the customers might be easier of a job.