lost boy ((d.h+p.l))

9.4

i didn't expect you to actually be there when i stepped into the store. but there you were, sipping a steaming coffee and staring mindlessly out the window, your chocolate eyes soft and glazed over. your dark fringe was parted neatly, and straightened to perfection. you were wearing a black jumper, and the sleeves were pulled down to create sweater paws. your pale skin was contrasting greatly against the darkness of your attire, and the mug you held.