catch a dream ; setosolace

day eleven

to the boy with blue eyes,

you walked me home today.

i didn't expect that.

when i came into the cafe at precisely at 2:28 p.m., it was quite sunny outside with some scattered clouds. i noticed you had an umbrella close to your side and i thought you were crazy. i wanted to ask why you brought it, but i still didn't have the guts to.

next thing you know, by 3:30 p.m. it's pouring outside and i anticipated myself to run home soaking wet. throwing out my trash and putting up my hood, i was just about to leave when you dashed up and stopped me.

"can i walk you home? i have an umbrella."

you sir are quite the sly fucker.

i just nodded my head, a bit too awestruck by your voice. that's the first time i've actually heard it clearly and directly spoken towards me.

but you walked me home through the rain. you didn't need to do that, but you did it anyway.

the walk was extremely quiet.

when we got to my house, you even walked me to my porch. you didn't go up my porch steps since there was a roof to it. we just stared at each other. i stood at my front door while you stood in the rain, holding a red umbrella.

"thanks."

"can i have your number?"

you ripped out a slip of paper and i wrote you my phone number. it got a bit wet, but you could still make out what it said.

my heart is beating faster; it's jumping for you.

thanks again,
- seto