The Mysterious Man

Cinnamon

I got the key to my apartment out and opened the door. I set my things on the floor by the doorway. When I came to the living room, there was a grey fluffy couch, And a light wood coffee table and side table.

I decided to clean myself up and go get some coffee.

I changed into a blue patterned dress, some black tights, back heeled shoes and a blue jacket. (as seen above)

It was a lot colder than I expected, I hurried on to the coffee shop and made my way inside, the warmth and the smell of coffee bean and cinnamon welcomed me as I took every step I made my way to the counter and ordered some coffee to go, then waited patiently for my order. While I waited I saw a mysterious looking man enter the shop, he ordered and said "the usual" meaning he's been here before. The man removed his coat and loosened up, I could now see he had light brown messy hair and he was quite skinny. I still hadn't seen his face. This man got his coffee and they called my order so shortly after I almost didn't realize. At this point I got a glimpse of his face, he has blue eyes and freckles and he looked well, not angry but not happy. I was too focused on what he looked like to notice he was leaving. I sighed and decided to just go home.

The walk felt shorter on the way back.

When I Got back to my apartment I decided I would organize my things. I decided that the biggest bedroom would be mine, of course, the medium room would be a guest room or if I ever find a roommate, that would be their room. And the last room was somewhere in between small and medium, I decided that would be my office. I set up my bed and moved in my dresser and my small table and my nightstand then moved in my suitcases and my boxes then moved on to my office area, I set up my desk and moved in my bookcases. I had two and some shelving for my favorites. I had too many books but I couldn't bare to sell them, or even donate them.

I unloaded and organized my clothes and decorated my white walls with all of my posters and papers. I set up my lights and put up my 'wall of stuff' basically just a wall of papers, tickets and memories. Last but never least, my favorite posters of my three favorite TV shows, Doctor Who, Sherlock and Supernatural.

I moved on to my office and nailed in the shelving hooks, I adjusted the shelves and put my books on there.

Three more boxes later and I filled up ¾of a bookcase another five boxes and I filled up both of them. I decorated lightly, and set up the thinks on my desk. I took out my laptop, sat in my chair and opened my music. I turned on the first thing I saw which happened to be green day. Holiday came on and I danced around my kitchen, like an idiot of course.

When all of the sudden there was a knock at the door. First I was confused then I realized what it was, I walked over to the door and opened it. A gust of cinnamon scent filled my nose. The man from the coffee shop stood there.  "Hello, sorry to bother but you left this at the coffee shop." He said and held up my school ID. "oh my goodness thank you so much!" I gushed, still curious about this man. "sure thing." He smiled weakly and began to walk away. I knew then I wanted to know more about him. I shut my door quietly and walked back to my laptop and hit play Sucks to be you by Emma Blackery came on and I finished putting everything away. Once I settled in as much as I could for the night I sat on my couch and sighed, 'I'll go to that coffee shop some more, maybe I'll see that guy again.' I thought and ignored my thoughts not wanting to think at the moment. Cinnamon Cinnamon Cinnamon Cinnamon. I repeated that in my head, his scent. It was so prominent so strange.

I ended up watching TV until around 11p.m. and I fell asleep on my couch.

I am so very sorry about not uploading this sooner.

I have made some changes to the story so if you've already read it go back and re-read so you're all caught up! :)

That is if you care enough!

I will be trying to upload more often or as much as I can. Once again, with love.

- Julie

P.s. for all of my Doctor Who fans/ Whovians (same thing) enjoy the picture of Clara.