dome [ l.t. au]

fro-yo?

 And we're never gonna quit it , no . We're never gonna quit it.- 1975; Chocolate.

I walked out of my flat , a big ,black trench-coat shielding me from the harsh weather we have in New York. I made my way towards the park. I went to the water-fountain which has a beautiful view of NYC from the back. I smiled when I saw that normal view. 

I didn't notice anything 'till I heard shuffling from 2 feet next to me. I swerved^ my head towards that noise. There I saw a young , early-twenties guy eating from YO-IT'S FRO-YO with a blue bag in his hand.

 I smiled at his cute brain-freeze. His nose twitched side-to-side. He was about to scratch his not- even -noticable beard when he looked up and saw me staring.

"Yes?" He asked staring at me.

I looked down in silence , me feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

"It is alright, I know , I am like the second guy beyonce" He boasted about himself.

I read the Fro-Yo shop name again , when he looked to me , then the yogurt and repeated that.

"Oh." He said.

"Fro-yo?"

 I shook my head and carried on looking at him

"Whats' in that blue bag?"

He took me by the hand and forced me behind a tree.  He opened the bag up and spilled out all the contents.

Little bags , filled with a white substance.

"Cocaine." He said  guiltfully.

I smiled at him.

"How about I help you stop with the addiction, and you help me live my life in New York" I said the last bit quietly , but I think he heard.

"Okay, meet me here tomorrow at 09:00 am then we can fit more things in."

"Thank you ...."

"Louis."

"It's alright.."

"Emma."

We exchanged numbers and made out different ways.

OH MY GOD, this story will become perfection.

ahhhh, cover is made by @galaxycashmere