Man Of Imagines

stormy morning

David had snuck inside the small café that Monday morning, thankfully without being recognized. He took out his folded newspaper and began to read about the news of the world around him. He did not notice however, the storm which approached in thick sheets of rain and thunder sending groups of people inside to block the door. One of those people was you. As people pushed you in to escape from the harsh storm outside, you barely had time to put down your umbrella. "I'm sorry miss!" You sigh as you hit the woman in front of you by accident. You sneaked out of the crowded area into the lounge area, looking around, all full. Accept for one spot on a table. You walk up to it as you take off your coat. "Goodmorning Sir, may I take this seat?" You said with a soft smile as you dried your face with your sleeve. David folded his paper downward as he heard your voice. "Oh yes, please do. I see you've gotten caught in the storm." "Yea, I kind of missed my bus...twice." You chuckled and sat down as you hung your coat over the chair. You rubbed your hands in an attempt to warm them and looked up at him before stretching your arm. "I'm  (Y/N)" David smiled and set his paper aside before offering his hand. "Hello, Y/N, I'm David." He took your hand and held it gently before turning it over to kiss it. "I'm sorry that you had to miss your bus but I am rather glad it brought you here. It was getting rather quiet and boring. Would you like something to drink?"

You smiled and pulled your hand back before opening your bag to pull out a roman. "Actually yes, but don't bother standing in that line, I'm too tired." You chuckled and crossed your legs. "I don't mind. You could have my cup actually once it gets here," he said with a laugh as he observed how the crowd continued to bump about in the small space. You take his cup in your hands, not to sip just to warm your hands. You sigh before opening up the small book and started to read a couple lines. David smiled and began to hum a Beatles song as he read along with the paper. He eventually finished the interesting bits and turned to the crossword puzzle. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen would you?" You place his cup back in its place. "All warmed up and yes I do, I think at least." You smile and searches through your bag to find a pencil. "Is a pencil alright?" You place the pencil on his papers and turned back to your book.

"Yes, even better actually. Thanks." He looks over the top of your book before looking down to his paper. He slowly started to solve his puzzle before furrowing his brows at a question. "Could you tell me what the French word for friend is? That seems to be the clue here." "copain. C-O-P-A-I-N." You grinned and gave him a split look. "Thank you because I tried ami but it wasn't enough letters." He smiled as he wrote out the six letter filled spot which ended up helping him solve the last few. "Never thought the extra French lessons would be handy. No problem David." You sigh and puts your book away, not being able to concentrate because of the noice of the people around you.

"Well then..uhg I'm too tired for work," you cover your face and groans. "I want to stay in bed and sleep all day with this weather." "I would prefer to do that too. Maybe if you're lucky they'll cancel and you could catch a cab home?" "They never cancle," you remove your hands and chuckles. "I work at a newspaper press, which means work work work." You joke before your phone rings, you pick up. "Yes? I know I'm sorry. It is storming so badly," you attempt a fake cough and sneeze before clearing your throat. "I'm sorry sir, I think I have a fever. Okay. Thank you, have a good day." You say slightly out of breath before laughing. "Saved by the bell, or more like saved by the call." "Do you get the day off?" He smiles and tilts his head. "Totally." You rested your head on your hand and smiles back.

"Don't you have to work?" "Musicians can pick their days but unfortunately, I do have a rather important concert later." "Oh that is so cool, where are you playing? Maybe I could fetch a ticket." "I'm playing at the Garden. I have a ticket or two in reserved. You can most certainly have one." He smiled as the rain ceased for a moment. You shrugged and tilted my head. "Really? Thanks. What do I give you?" You searched in your bag to pull out your wallet. "Not a thing. It's complimentary," he said softly, his eyes calm and blue, almost grey like the sky as he smiled. "You are the most genuine person David. I'm looking forward to tonight."

You lean over and pat his cheek before looking down at your watch and outside to the sign of the rides. "Oh damn, if I want to go home, I need to go now for my bus." You say as you stand up and sigh. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I'll see you tonight, Y/N." He smiles and stands, dropping his paper onto his chair before offering his hand. You put on your coat and shakes his hand before pulling him into a hug. "I hope to speak you then, goodbye." You let go of him as you pick up your umbrella and slowly shuffles to the exit. "Bye!" He shouts with his hands cupped to his mouth. He laughs before sitting down, anxious to see you again tonight.