He smiled.
The scenery surrounding him was grey and bleak compared to him. He shined like the sun, his smile causing him to look golden. Tilting his head to the side, he giggled, saying, "You look adorable when you get caught up in your thoughts like that." His smile grew. The golden aura grew with it. "Reminds me of when we first met."
"I haven't zoned out." Dan said, his face emotionless, simply staring at the table in front of him. Turning to look back at Phil, he continued, "I... actually, nevermind. Forget I said anything."
Phil laughed.
The two sat in silence for a moment, neither of them knowing quite what to do, what to say. Dan bit his lip, looking down at his lap. Phil's eyes diverted to his brightly colored rubber watch on his wrist. Suddenly, he gasped. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed, jumping up slightly, causing his knees to slam into the table. Dan looked up, his eyes wide, or at least, wider than usual. "I am so so sorry, I know we were going to hang out today, but I completely lost track of time! I have to get to work!"
Quickly shooting to his feet, Phil breathlessly continued, "I'll call you later, okay? We'll play Sonic together or something." Flashing Dan that smile that he loved so very much, Phil waved, his eyes twinkling. "Bye!"
Dan half-heartedly waved goodbye, biting his lip once again. He watched as Phil ran out of the coffee shop, throwing his hand up to hail a cab. As he looked down at his lap where his hands were so neatly folded, he began to get caught up in his thoughts again, refusing to admit he wanted Phil to stay. He refused to admit he wanted to be with him for as long as possible, for..... forever if possible. Realizing how cheesy and sappy he sounded, he mentally slapped himself, but he couldn't help but feel that way.
Looking over to where Phil was just sitting, he noticed a little Totoro keychain sitting on the seat. Dan couldn't help but wonder if Phil had purposely left it here so Dan would follow.... no, that's a stupid idea. Phil probably just dropped it on his rush out. Still, he couldn't just let him be without it.
Without thinking, Dan jumped from his chair, snatching the keychain from where it was sitting in one swoop. Quickly and with purpose (a walk Dan had surely never done before), Dan swung open the coffee shop door, holding up his hand to hail a cab. Soon enough, the small yellow car pulled up. Wasting no time, Dan opened the door, sliding into the car.
"Where to?" The driver asked, his voice gruff.
"World Trade Center."
It wasn't long until they arrived. Immediately upon arrival, Dan tossed the driver his cash, muttering, "Keep the change" as he stepped out of the car. Striding towards the entrance, his arms swung by his side, the keychain held tightly in the palm of his hand. He could see people around him gathering around the building, whispering to each other, pointing towards the sky. He ignored them, simply walking faster.
As he entered the building, he was greeted by a young woman most likely his age. "May I help you, sir?" She asked, staring at Dan with a gentle smile.
"Yes, sorry, hi." Dan said, tripping over his own tongue. "I'm looking for a friend of mine, Phil Lester? He works here? He left his keychain at..." His voice faltered for a moment. "At my place." He lied. "I need to return it to him. Do you know what floor he's on?"
"Certainly." The woman replied, settling down at her desk in front of her computer. "Let's see, Phil Lester.... ah yes, this says he's on floor 79."
"Thanks." Dan muttered coldly, walking towards the elevator. He knew it was rude, obviously, but at the moment he didn't really care. No one was in the elevator, so he pressed the highest he could go, floor 77. Floor 78 was out of order, apparently. Oh well, two flights of stairs couldn't be that bad, right? Stepping onto floor 77, he quickly climbed to the next floor. It wasn't terrible, it really wasn't.
