strange[d.j.h.]

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"Noelle I'm leaving for work now."

I grab my leather messenger bag and head out the door.

As I make my way down the apartment building steps I hear someone.

"Alice! Your journal!" Noelle's voice bounces of the walls.

She is jumping steps to reach me. Still in her pajamas, trying to hold on to both our cat Artemis and my journal at the same time.

"What would I do without you?" I smile at her efforts.

"Now hurry up and get to work little miss forgetful!" She says shewing me away with her free hand.

"All right, all right I'm going." I give Artemis a pat and then continue to go to work.

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"Thank you."

The ginger cashier gives me my recite and nods so I make my way to the waiting area to wait for my coffee.

I sit down by the glass window. Looking out into the grey streets of London.

How can it be so rainy all the time? It's almost winter.

My simple thoughts where interrupted as I spotted quite the scene happening outside.

It's a man. He is completely swarmed by people.

I can only see parts of him at first, but the crowed around him dies down just enough for me to see his face.

He looks around my age.

"Alice! Alice!"

My coffee is ready.

I grab the hot cup from the short green eyed girl by the countertop.

Fixing my trench coat a bit, I walk towards the glass doors.

I reach for the handle when the door abruptly swoops open.

I step back a bit, mindful not to spill my coffee.

When I look up, my heart stars doing something it's only done back when i was a bit younger.

It skipped a beat.

The guy that was surrounded once before.

He was holding the door for me.

There were still a few people around him. None of them taking their eyes off him, not even for a second.

The door was wide open, and I was still standing there staring at him like an idiot.

He nudges his head towards the outdoors. "Go on ahead."

His smile is so genuine.

Before I knew it my brain regains consciousness and my feet began to move.

I try not to look back, staring at my feet as I make my way towards the office building. Gripping on to my coffee as I process my thoughts.

Why do I feel...

Strange.