Pulchritudinous||Yandere male X OC

06||Peace exists due to war

Alexandria's in the picture.

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What the hell do I do now?

I stood there for another couple of minutes, staring at the previous spot where he threw me his signature smirk. 

It was a rather short conversation, but the best one I ever had in a while. I couldn't remember being so delighted after just a random discussion, beside with Dagger. But this wasn't a random conversation. Nothing about Jett looked random. Quite oppositely.

I reconnected my back with the welcoming turquoise bench. I let my fingers feel its texture, smoothly covering the warm spot that Jett left behind. This bench was special. It represented our first moment. 

Recollecting my thoughts, I realized that I needed to do something than just sit there like a complete idiot, fantasizing about my new crush.

I heavily got up, now missing the warm wood after feeling the harsh wind scratching my unprotected butt. 

My eyes sparkled with satisfaction, as my mouth formed a lop-sided grin. I headed to the center of the city, leaving the lonely bench on its own once again.

Time to have some fun.

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The city was always moving; cars, people, buses, trains. All those people making the organic part of the city, the part that determined the character and the structures. Those people dreamed of stadiums and theaters, they built ice-rinks and laid out parks with soccer pitches. They built churches, mosques and temples. There were hospitals, libraries, police stations, courts and jails. They made the roads wide and the tower blocks tall. Sometimes in the dark I could still hear the cars and imagine a street so busy I must weave between the people. Everybody was carrying a cup, or so it seemed, and the coffee shops sprang up faster than springtime weeds. The city was always quieter at night though, perhaps that was another reason I preferred the night. But even then there were lights everywhere, from cars, restaurants, apartments and late-night shops.  

I raised a gloved hand to shield my eyes. I had anticipated the coldness, but not the ferocity of the wind and how the light blinded me. It was like walking into a fresh page as the fibers are still being laid down, threatening to make me part of the scenery instead of a person in my own right. All I could do was to bow my head until my chin touched my chest and keep walking. Though my feet were beginning to freeze and my footsteps were small, I knew that each step took me closer to the warm lodge. So as long as I stayed on the right path, it was only a matter of time before I had a hot chocolate.

By day this cafe is the color of supermarket oranges, it has that shiny look, and the jazz poured out of the open doors along with the aroma of fresh baked lasagne. The bells jiggled, the sound signaling everyone that someone entered in the cafe. The sweet smell delighted my nostrils as my stomach demanded to be filled.

As my presence was known in the full room, everyone stopped for a second to look at me. It was rather odd to see in a cafe, where everyone had civil conversations, a rocker. Keeping my head high, ignoring any eyesight, I occupied a small rounded table in a corner. I pulled the chair from under the table and took a sit, much more like I was forced. 

I patiently waited for someone to take my command, and as if my wish was heard, a tall but rather kind and polite woman came to me. She wore a waitress outfit and had a tight bun, showing that she took her job seriously. She smiled at me and held a happy gaze, asking me what would I want to order.

I returned the sincere smile.

"Only a cup of hot chocolate. It would be enough," She was amazed by how I treated her, despite my look and clothes. She nodded and went to order what I had waited for the whole day.