a winters day in a new york city cafe
brings together an unlikely pair <3
mike d x fem oc!!!
in this story the boys are not famous,
they just play music from time to time.
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BROOKLYN, NEW YORK! JANUARY 1993.
"Can I have a cup of coffee with just milk and sugar?"
"Anything else, ma'am?"
"No thank you."
"Name for the order?"
"Harper," she said softly.
"Two forty-two, please." The barista says as Harper hands over three dollars. "Keep the change." She hummed and slipped a dollar into the tip jar next to the register. Harper sat down in the corner of the cafe, setting her bag and newspaper down on the table as she did so. It was a cold day. Snow was layering the ground outside and at the pace it was going, it didn't seem like it was going to stop any time soon. The coffee Harper had ordered was well needed considering she walked from her apartment. Everything else in town was closed for the day, but luckily the cafe was open. Harper didn't like staying in on snow days. She enjoyed the cold and she enjoyed the view of the thick white dust that covered the streets. Normally people disliked the snow but she was quite the opposite.
Harper picked up the newspaper, and the headline for the day was announcing the death of Audrey Hepburn. It was a shame, the actress was well loved. As her eyes skimmed the article, the bell above the door rang and in walked a bleached blond guy. He had on a hoodie with a flannel and denim jacket over it as well as a beanie in his hands. Snow covered the blue denim but instantly vanished once the warm air of the cafe got to it.
Harper peered over the newspaper at the boy as he walked up to the counter, her eyes following his every move.
"Erm, just a coffee and a donut, please." He muttered.
"Name for the order?"
"Mike." He said softly.
"Coming right up." The barista said. He muttered a "thank you"' and went to sit down. Harper's eyes followed his body as he took a seat a few tables away from her. Mike pulled off his denim jacket and slung it over the chair before glancing over at Harper. She tore her eyes from him and looked back down at the paper, hoping he didn't notice her mindless stare.
"It's a shame." He said aloud, making Harper look up. He was still looking at her.
"Pardon?" Says Harper.
"It's a shame." He said once again. "Audrey Hepburn's passing," He went on, pointing to the paper in her hands.
"Oh," She muttered, looking at the front of the paper once again.
