Not Another Day || Pavitr Prabhakar x Y/N

5

I spent the rest of the day trying to socialize with people, but my social battery went down the drain fairly quickly. I couldn't keep meeting everyone with such a cheery expression, but atleast I found some shops and such around the society.

One of the shops I found was a book cafe of sorts, a library and coffee shop in one, the perfect place for me to sit around with my thoughts.

I looked at the cafe, staring at the white logo imprinted on the windows, which were only a bit worn out, so maybe this place was opened in the recent years. The logo read 'Pari's Cafe', with a coffee cup under the name. The cafe was coloured seafoam green and white from outside, the inside was coloured beige. I decided to step inside, to jot down all my observations from today.

I opened the door, and a small gust of wind hit my face. The cafe was cool, so I took off my jacket as I sat down at a table in front of the window, with a bookshelf at my back.

I opened my notebook, and titled the new page with today's date, and began to write down everything, meeting my 'long lost' brother, seeing his watch and reading some mildly concerning notifications, searching for non weird ways to ask for toe prints, and overall just meeting everyone and noting their behavioural patterns.

A huge sigh left my mouth as I finished writing everything, i stretched my fingers and played with my hair for a while, before inevitably getting up to search for books to read.

I was never that much into reading books as compared to graphic novels, but Detective Conan was a normal novel before it was turned into comic book, so I had to learn to enjoy reading for it.

Detective Conan was nowhere to be found on the shelves of the library part of the cafe, but I found a book which captured my attention. It was written by Amish, a book titled Raavana. I knew it was based on the Hindu mythology character Raavan, from the Ramayana, but I never looked into the books or the story as anything deeper than just a simple myth, a child's tale.

Maybe this was a good novel to start reading with, to really pull me back into the Hindu culture, it's definitely going to be something I need to grow accustomed to once again after moving here, might as well get started here. I examined the book, cover and all, and found it was a part of a series, and it wasn't the first book of said series. I searched around more, looking for the other books, the library wasn't arranged order wise, so it was a pain to find anything.

Amidst the chaos of searching, i heard the bells on top of the cafe door ring, it did that when I entered inside as well, but I didn't pay much attention to it because of the gust of wind. I stared at the man who had just entered, he was about five feet five, which was only a little taller than me, so I hoped my guess was accurate enough. He had dark hair which partly covered his left eye, but it was held back with a blue workout headband. He wore a purple oversized sweatshirt with a worn out Rick and Morty print on both sides, and he wore black sweatpants along with it. He wore blue slippers to pull together the whole outfit, which kinda threw me off, but also made me realise that this was the man from last night, the one who helped us get to our house. He had dark eyebags covering his right eye and whatever I could see of the left. Guess he didn't sleep at all.

He pulled back his sleeve and asked the cashier 'hey! Can I have a coffee today? It was a long night, maybe some caffeine might do me good'. I stared at his arm, some newly made wounds were making themselves seen. Interesting. I then stared at my own wounds from last night's attack, covered with band-aids, not something you'd notice at first glance, but after you've seen it, you couldn't ignore it.

Before i realised i looked weird just staring at some random man, he made eye contact with me and gave me a soft yet pitiful smile and waved his hand slightly. Maybe he remembered me. I went back to searching for the book, but I found no luck and I picked up a romance novel which was in front of me and went back to my table. I'm not someone who usually reads romance, I'm more of a thriller or action kind of person, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures, i was eager to read something, anything.

I'd be lying if i said that I never noticed the mysterious man walking over to me and sitting on the empty seat opposite to me, I hadn't yet started reading the book, i was thinking about everything that's happened over the course of last week, including the terrifying figure of a man in the windows. Other than that, i was fully conscious of my surroundings, and I saw the mysterious man from last night pick up another coffee and putting it on the table.

'uh- hi?' I asked, looking up from staring at the book.

'hello,' he replied, giving a small smile.

'You must be really tired? Why the two coffees? I don't think that much caffeine is good for you' i said, while knowing fully that the other coffee was for me, im not that dumb, and I'd like him to confess it's for me himself, before the coffee gets cold.

'oh im not really a coffee person'

'why the second coffee then?'

'thats- uh- for you!'

'you don't sound so sure'

'Im very sure!'

'Is it fine to say that I don't trust you? There could very well be poison or something in this, can't blame a girl for being concious'

'No poison! You came back late last night, thought you'd do some good with some coffee to keep you up...'

'Uh huh'

'Uhhh... I'm Pav!'

'Like pav bhaji?'

'Kinda-? My name's Pavitr but everyone just calls me Pav'

'Y/N'

'Thats- that's a pretty name!'