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Silence.
It was the only thing you can hear at the moment and you liked it like that.
You never really cared why silence was something you liked so you let it be. Maybe you'll question it in the future when you felt like it.
Earlier you chose to stay in the cafe right down your apartment building since you were craving for a milkshake, specifically a strawberry one. You always came here often for two reasons, it was usually quiet and it was closest to where you lived. The workers became familiar with you since your probably the only customer who gets a drink and falls asleep halfway through finishing it.
Since you liked this place you became a regular.
When you arrived you were the only customer which was good since you didn't have to deal with the overlapping chatters of people when you decided to take a nap. Your eyes scanned the place to find the seat where you claimed as your own and started to leisurely walk there.
The table was wooden with leathered navy blue booths. A glass window was to your left where you have a perfect view of the seemingly abandoned streets and the entrances of different buildings. So there you sat in a cafe occupying the booth in the far back by the window with raindrops sliding on the glass surface.
You made sure to bring your blanket, to bad you forgot your pillow.
The lady who was currently behind the counter was designing some vanilla flavored cupcakes with purple colored icing was named Ogino Kohaku. She had bright golden colored irises paired with straight jet black hair that reached her elbow tied in a nice bun. She looked around 32 years old, you never bothered to ask since that would take up too much effort and knowing her she'd probably strike up a conversation.
The woman already knew your order which was a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream on top and a cherry, so when she caught sight of you entering and making your self home she smiled brightly and started making what you probably would've already requested.
When she was done she placed the newly made milkshake on your counter and nodded at you with you repeating the same gesture. The raven haired lady didn't take any offense when you didn't respond with a "thank you" or smile since she knew you were both grateful and thought it was too much effort.
And with that you started to drink the cold liquid while swirling your straw to mix the whipped cream and drink.
Afterwards, you were wrapped in a grey feathery blanket; head lying on the cold wooden table facing the window with a halfway drunken strawberry milkshake. Your soft pink hair with one white streak sprawled in different directions on the counter.
While dozing off by the smell of freshened baked pastries and the sounds of the heater going, you heard the bell of the door ring but you had already started your 2nd nap of the day.
