Synesthesia

Chocolate Brown

Goosebumps cover my body as I walk straight against the frigid and frozen air. My heavy winter coat keeps all of my body toasty. All but my right hand that is wrapped around my morning cup of coffee.

"Dammit."

"Move it, damn."

"Could you walk slower?"

"Dammit!"

My mind speaks harsh words as I maneuver my way through the frozen tundra, that is Chicago. The city that seems to have everything, but fast walking civilians.

I take a sip of my coffee and let the steamy liquid roll down my throat and warm my insides, as I shuffle past a middle aged woman.

"I guess I'm the only one that has a place to be, eh?"

I scoff under my breath as I squeeze past a large man.

I continue making my way through the early morning crowd, until I feel a sharp tug on my bag.

I turn around and immediately can tell that this man isnt good news. His hand is wrapped around the strap of my shoulder purse, and he has a maniac smile wiped across his face

"Let go, sir."

I address him formally and calmly. After living in the city for so long, I know that acting confidently in situations like these, gives you a better outcome.

"Didn't ya mamma ever tell ya this city is dangerous?"

The African american man laughs. He has a torn up, navy shirt on. And does indeed look like someone who could need the money, he is aiming to steal.

"Just let go of my bag. Please and Thank you."

I turn on my heel and try taking a step forward, even though I know he isn't going to release it.

"Don't give me problems girl. Drop the bag."

The man's temper has become apparent and I'm in no mood to loose this fight.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY!"

I scream overly dramatic, and very loud. His eyes seem to fill with worry, or that may be determination... I'm not sure. I quickly advert my own eyes and focus on the business-man running towards us. Most definitely in pursuit to save me.

I start pulling away from the man, putting all my weight on my back foot, as I lean away with a tight grip on the straps. The business-man is only a few speedy steps away, when my attacker releases my bag and runs.

My body goes flying forward, as I had been turned that way as I pulled. Before I could fall on the cold cement, I crash into a large body and my coffee cup completely spills all over my shirt.

"God Dammit."

I curse as I look down and take in the damage of the spilled coffee.

"Hey.. Are you alright?"

A raspy, male voice asks from above me.

I tilt my head upwards to see a sweet pair of emerald eyes staring at me.

He has dark curled hair, thats pushed back by a.. headband? The look is interesting, but intriguing.

"Um.. I could say so."

I stutter, realizing I was standing awfully close to him. I take a step back.

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I was-"

The stranger cuts me off

"Oh I saw, I was coming to help actually. Such evil people out there, yeah?"

Stranger says.

"Yeah..Yeah. Well thank you very much."

Before I could turn and rush away from the embarrassing scene. The friendly stranger speaks up again.

"May I buy you a new coffee?"

I walk back towards him, and he smiles.

"I guess you could.. if you... want?"

"Well good thing I want to."

The boy is quick to grab my wrist gently, and started pulling me forward. Like a child trying to show his mother something magnificent, I'm dragged behind my unnamed acquaintance.

Once I'm walking by his side, his hand drops my from wrist, and buries it in his coat pocket.

"So ma'am, before I can buy you any form of drinks. I'll have to know that name of yours."

Curly Hair informs me, without turning a head. His jawline is strict though kind looking, and his lips are blood red.

"The name is Emily. And yours is?"

"Its Harry."

He says, with a bit of a smirk on his face.

I smile to myself, feeling closer to the boy.

"Oh and by the way. Your name is very chocolate brown."