Paint

Prolouge

The coffee shops booths were stained with patches of spilt grape juice and soda as usual, and the windows filtered with debris of dirt and exhaust from the busy traffic beyond the walls. Brody sat diligently, scouting out the shops menu, which was torn on the upper right side, plastic fumbling helplessly, then swivelling in his direction as the bell rang and the door swung open.

A tall red headed girl walked in, accustomed with a transparent look upon her face, as her green jacket and scarf fell sinfully perfect-like around her lean body. The door yet opened again, and three other girls all walked in, joining the red head near the counter of the shop, looking exhausted and sticky with sweat.

Brody glanced away from the girls after awhile, he was already waiting for someone, who he highly doubted would care to show, but this didn't exactly surprise him; it was commonly known as natural for him, which he did not doubt wasn't.

Brody grabbed his coat and swiftly swiped for the door handle, and swinging it violently behind him, who sat on the curve waiting for nothing really, except a jolt to get him going again, walking of course.

The ignition from the silver lighter was a little source of happiness for Brody, which reddened his cigarette as he accompanied it between his soft lips, feeling grey.

The door swung open again, and surprisingly, the red haired girl approached Brody, suddenly squatting down beside him, staring into the busy street just as Brody had continued doing so.

There was an awkward silence, considering she just out of the blue decided to sit with him, also that he completely had no idea why or who she was.

'How's it feel?' came the drawling words of the girl beside him after awhile.

'What? This?' he hovered slightly higher and closer to her, which she nodded briefly, though only once.

'Doesn't hurt, feels light, contracting your insides, reminding you you're still in gear, wanna try?' said Brody, offering it simply still.

The girl swiped the cigarette out of his hands quickly, and she inhaled deeply, which he could hear as she rattled her breathing controllably. She handed it back, now facing upwards, in which case Brody glanced at her eyes from the left side of her face; green orbs of cold light.

But her eyes weren't exactly menacing, although they made her look like a maliciously vindictive person, she seemed somewhat noticeably fragile.

'It doesn't, hurt, but it does make pain seem relevant. Interesting those are.' she said patting its base with her pointer finger, handing it back to him.

'Is that it then?' Brody said carelessly, still fixated on the exhaust from the drains of the sidewalks, the continuing footsteps, which seemed to go on forever.

'No. But I am done, thank you.' she said with a bit grace to her voice, and arose slowly, standing against the coffee shops wall now, behind Brody.

'Hey, could i ask you something?'
Brody exclaimed a bit more energetic than he wanted to.

'Sure'

'Your name? Could I have it?'

'Its not exactly pretty'

'Does that matter, no'

'Well, the outcome of my opinion of my name sort of makes it matter, thank you very much'

'Brody' he said so quickly it almost sound of a hiccup.

'Great, that's great' she said briefly, her voice was very intriguing; it was drawling, honest, sarcastic, and dark all at once.

The door of the coffee shop clicked open again, and the three girls paraded out with lattes and coffees waiting for the girl behind him, which he expected was obvious.

Brody turned his body, watching as the redhead started away, looking back at Brody as well, then swiftly rejoining her reality of life and conversation of rant and hate.

Brody scooped up his jacket, discarded of his cigarette, and steered a corner into his bordered reality as well, wondering who the fuck this girl was.