That's Him ~ DNF MAFIA

Rain Rain, Go Away

George

The sun was long gone by now, the day seemed sad as if it were crying for help. The sky and clouds were grey like my clothes and mood.

I was wearing a simple grey hoodie with washed down light blue skinny jeans. I was wearing sunglasses too but simply put them in my dark, fluffy curls, they were most likely tangled in the mess I call my 'hair.' I should have called Karl to help me out with it, I look like a sheep, a dumb, sad, sheep.

I'm unsure why I was walking around the city, bored probably. I saw a coffee shop cross my path, I had a few dollars to spare and was hungry for a biscuit or something with coffee, so I went inside.

There was nothing too out of the ordinary, just a normal small coffee shop with a few customers here and there. But there was a man who caught my eye, handsome tanned blonde with a.....bodyguard?

"Shit." I mutter under my breath, giggling at my comment afterwards. The odd man and me make eye contact, his eyes felt like knives on my skin, I can't help but blush at his scary but thrilling stare, he smirks and begins to speak to the person sitting across from him. Both were wearing suits, odd choice for a calm day in a coffee shop but I digress. They were possibly just business men stopping for a coffee break during work, it's none of my business so I just order a coffee and bagel.

¥ 6 Minutes Later ¥

"George! Coffee for George!" A young woman shouts my name, the sound somewhat echos through the quiet and empty cafe and through my ears as I quickly avert my eyes from my phone, to the lady's soft smile.

"That's me! Thank you." I hand the woman the money and go to sit down. The warm liquid burns my throat in a nice way as I observe out the window. It begins to rain, I can tell from the wet droplets that fall on the large clear glass and the sound of the pitter patter everywhere around me. "Fuck." The rain is calming but I'd still have to walk home in it.

I finish my coffee and plan to just eat the bagel on the way home.

As I get up from my seat, I make eye contact with the strange but handsome individual, he stares at me while he talks to the other man. I walk out of the coffee shop, finding the eye contact weird but enduring. I feel eyes on me, I turn around for a second, they're no longer looking at me and they're now.. gone?

"Hey, gogs, what's up?"

"Hey, Big Q! You won't believe the day I've had."

Quackity

The story George had told me was crazy, I joked around saying the guy was like a mafia boss or something but George just brushed it off. The guy actually took me seriously which freaked me out, nobody takes me seriously, not even my fish.

"Are you concerned at all? You seem, jumpy." I whisper the last part under my breath, apparently it still picks up because he annoyingly sighs at the comment.

"Quackity, I'm fine. Just some weirdos at a coffee shop, nothing to worry about." He doesn't sound too reassuring but I let it go, he's an adult, he'll figure it out himself.

"But was he REALLY that attractive or are you lying to yourself?" I chuckle at my joke, he sounds annoyed, again.

"Oh my god! You are focussing on the wrong parts!" I can hear how flustered he is from the way he stutters on his words and gets slightly upset from the joke.

"It's just a joke, gogy. It's okay to be a simp."

"Oh, fuck off!" Before I can respond, he hangs up the phone and I'm left laughing like a mad man at my childish sense of humour.

"Love you too, George."

George

"The guy is attractive!" I whisper shout to myself.

I finally arrive to my crappy apartment building, soaking wet. The musty smell of old women and socks lingers in my nose, I'd do anything to get out of this place (teehee). There's this old phone near my bedroom, I never use it, looks like something from like a really long time ago, maybe even 1970?

¥ Like an Hour Later ¥

As time passes, I just scroll on instagram, it gets darker and I decide to change. I suit myself in some black sweats and a white hoodie. My hair is still a mess but I cover it up with my hood, I grab my airpods and head out for a quiet walk outside. The sun sets as I walk along the street on the sidewalk, humming along to the soft beat that hangs off of my headphones.

I usually call people like Karl or Big Q to make sure my walk is safe but it's too late and the only person awake is Tommy, and he'd probably just laugh if I got kidnapped.

I can feel eyes on me again, they feel like the same pair from earlier today. My breath shivers, and I swear my heart skips a beat as I hear a low chuckle and a threatening voice.

"Hi, Georgie."

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