hello it was raining tonight and i had the inspiration to write this !!
it's just a one shot for now but if anyone would like me to continue then i will lol
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it was raining.
the grey haired boy had always loved rain. it was just so mesmerising to him - the pitter-patter you hear when under a roof, the way the cool drops raced one another down glass panes, and the thought that all of the plants around the world were finally getting a drink.
he smiled to himself for the first time in a while as he sat down at one of the booths near the window. it was his favourite place to sit while on break because it was off in a corner and seemed very cosy. bits of thread were sticking out of the soft patterned couch-chairs and the wood on one of the table legs was starting to chip.
anyone around him could tell you that the boy was at his happiest when the weather was that of the complete opposite. it meant that the café was less busy which led to longer breaks so he could admire the weather, especially on weekdays.
today was a tuesday. he liked to make art on tuesdays because of the emptiness of the place during mornings, his boss gave up trying to stop him once he started sneaking his tools round the back and painted in the storage room, so now he is free to do it out in the open.
if any customers happened to be around, they always enjoyed watching him work his magic. if the boy was working at the till, he'd often catch them gazing at what seemed like hundreds of pieces of his work dotted up the peachy-orange walls.
today, he was sketching out a rose. his pencil danced around the a3 sheet very loosely. he took his time with the painting aspect and stood by the fact that no matter how messy or disorientated the sketch looked, there was always going to be a beautiful painting at the other side.
since he wasn't expecting any visitors, he popped his earphones in and started listening to music. he was a big fan of the western rappers but recently he had gotten into girl groups as they helped him focus. his favourite was red velvet.
he hummed along to the pretty melody of automatic playing into his brain. he was so in his element that as he picked up his dainty mug of tea, it was already freezing cold. he cringed at the foul taste before spitting the tea back into the cup.
he also didn't acknowledge the little bell above the door ringing, signalling a new customer.
he only truly realised when he felt a tap on his shoulder. he froze.
he paused his song and looked up at her. his mouth opened a bit.
"s-sorry to interrupt but... do you wo-work here?"
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