Little Drabbles

Raindrops On Roses

(TW: Mentions of Abuse)

"Fucking Christ."
Leroy groaned adjusting his hair in the car mirror before opening the door and stepping out onto the side walk.
"I swear to god. Dom if you call me one more time."
His threat didn't finish but that didn't matter, since it was empty ether way.

He took another look at himself in his phones camera to make sure he was properly cleaned up before heading into the Café.

It was fuller then usual, especially this late in the day. He tried to ignore all that and focus on why he was even here.
He skipped breakfast this morning and after the full work day of dancing and putting up with creeps he needed to put something on his stomach before he passed out at the wheel.

The person at the counter greeted him with a smile and sweetly asked what he'd like, glancing over the menu it only took a moment for him to settle on a cinnamon pastry and a bitter coffee.

He gave his name to the worker and glanced around waiting for his order to come out.

His plan was to just eat on the drive home.
But in all honesty he wasn't really in a rush to return home, and even if he was, driving while eating wasn't exactly a safe idea.
Most of the tables were filled, but there was one or two empty ones he could go to.

"Leroy!"

He looked back at the person at the counter and quietly thanked them, tossing 5$ into the tip jar before turning to the tables.

Suddenly all the tables had seats filled.
He cursed and looked to the door, which was now more blocked by people waiting for their own orders.

"God fucking..Why is this place so busy?" He thought to himself.

He wasn't in the mood to trudge past people. Or to wait til he got home to eat

He looked back over the tables and his eyes rested on a specific one.

It was a 2 person table, it had someone sitting at it but one chair was still left empty.

He flipped hair out of his face and walked over, letting his voice sound a tad cold in his confidence.

"Is this seat take'n?"

The man at the table looked up at him and quietly shook his head.
"Have at it." His eyes then went back to his phone.

Leroy nodded and took the empty seat, choosing not to focus on the man as he ate, and hoping he'd follow the same protocol.

It was awkwardly quiet for a few minutes before Leroy heard a small tapping on the table by his cup.
He looked over to see the other man offering a light smile.

"Hey, that red color. Is it natural?"

"..You mean my hair?"

"Yeah. It's a nice shade, I'm curious."

"..It is. Yes." Lee moved some stray hairs behind his ear.

"And the white?"

"It faded in like that as I got older."

The man snickered. "Like an old man."

Leroy rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. Not everyone can have glowing blond locks."

The man chuckled.
"True. My names Volis by the way."

"..Why are you asking?"

He shrugged.
"Curious.  Figured since we're sitting together we might as well chat. Besides we probably won't see eachother again."

Lee hesitated "..It's Leroy."

"Like Jinkins?"

Leroy rolled his eyes.
"Never heard that joke before.."