The last thing Ryan expected to happen as they hastily walked into an almost empty coffee shop at 10 pm on a Saturday night was bumping into a tall, jet black haired stranger, a stranger who despite the hair and towering appearance, had a gentle and concerned look in his greyish green eyes.
The last thing Michael expected to happen as he walked somewhat slowly out of a coffee shop on a chilly November evening was bumping into a short stranger, who's face was sprinkled with small freckles. A stranger who despite their pace as they bumped into him, seemed as if they weren't really going anywhere
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colors // mgc
Fanfiction"we touched, and I became a lilac sky" a story in which a two people fall in love, and become art une histoire dans laquelle que deux personnes tombent en amour, et devient de l'art
