Shooting Stars || Sal Fisher X Reader

The Old Café

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I didn't really have anything to do that day. Having just moved out of my parents house proved to be a chore that took about a week or two to complete. With a semi comfortable place to call home, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. No friends, a small job, no school. It all left me with hardly anything to do.

I never really had a friend group during school, just people who I would talk to every once in a while. When I graduated I hardly kept in touch with anyone. There wasn't any need to, which lead to a little to no social life for me. I could convince myself that it was fine all I wanted, but there was only so long that I could continue to call my cat, Eclipse, company before it got sad. I had hardly left my apartment in days, it was starting to feel like prison. The prison guard being my overthinking brain.

It was time to do something about this. Not that I had any idea how to start. I was clueless. For someone who lived here for almost their entire life, I sure as hell didn't seem like it. I knew where nothing was, unsure of any popular or fun places.

There's a café somewhere around here, right? Yeah. That's a short walk from here. And with that. There was at least some sort of plan put in place. I went to my closet, putting on the closet thing to comfortable casual clothes I could. A little bit of makeup, brush out my hair, throw on some shoes, grab my purse and I was ready.

I walked to the door of my apartment only to find Eclipse laying there. I sighed, gently picking him up. I listened to his protests of being moved.

"Come on E, I'll only be gone for a little bit." I ended up putting him down on my couch before quickly leaving.

I underestimated how far this place was from the Apartments. It wasn't like it was terrible, but it was annoying to say the least. I kept my head down, listening to music in my headphones. Muffled sounds of cars rushing by, my footsteps, and people I passed were the only things keeping me aware of what I was doing.

After a bit I managed to find the café. It was old and looked like the slightest gust of wind could knock it down. As I entered the old building I prayed for my brain to stop shouting at me. I needed to get out of the house, even if that meant talking to some strangers. The building was pretty empty, a few customers sitting in seats sipping drinks either talking or working.

I ended up ordering a coffee and taking a seat by a window. I wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around me. I was staring out the window, watching as a few cars passed. If I was being honest, I wasn't too sure what I was doing in Nockfell. I didn't really belong here. Nockfell was small, almost everyone knew each other. Even if you didn't know someone personally, you knew of them. No one was unknown. I wasn't close to the community like most people here. I was never at the fun events that most people here went wild about, I didn't exactly have many friends if any at all. I just didn't belong to any group or place here and it was strange to say the least.

A couple minutes must have passed before I heard a familiar voice call out, "Y/N? Is that you?"