Mr.Poet and the Fairy| K.Nj

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"I'll need you to hurry up a little." You sigh as your best friend jogs towards you.

"(Y/n), it would be nice if you had a little more patience." She retorts

You shake your head and scoff playfully with your arms crossed in front of your chest:

"Ha! My patience is for those worthy of it."

She walks past you and into the coffee shop. You chuckle and walk in as well. The strong scent of coffee flows through your nostrils and down to the pit of your stomach—increasing your craving for coffee.

"Yeah, and apparently I haven't been worthy of your time lately as well." She huffs as she quickly runs her gaze across the coffee shop with her hands shoved in her pockets.

You acknowledge her statement with a nod, but your interest and focus is on obtaining coffee.

"Sure, sure. Let's go order now."  You demand as you observe the menu.

The both of you walk up to the barista and order your drinks, and as soon as you finish ordering, the both of you find a table in front of a window and sit across from each other.

It's the blossoming of fall and the leaves are beginning to show their true hues of red and orange. The wind picks up its pace and briskly brushes along the town civilians which causes the impetus for them to rub their hands together. You watch as the wind picks up the small and insignificant objects in its path and throw them not to far from their origin.

"Ugh, I hate how cold it's getting to be. Diana, do something about it." You whine as you stare out the window.

From your peripheral vision, you notice Diana smiling as she rises from her seat and adjusts her scarf.

"(Y/n), I don't understand why you hate the cold so much. It's not a surprise to you; you've experienced this for 20 whole years." She states.

"I don't know, I've just—always hated the cold. It's like the time of year when you can't go anywhere without the wind blowing some kind of sickness up your nostrils and into your system." You shiver at the thought of it.

Diana rolls her eyes in annoyance and proceeds to retrieve your drinks. While she's gone, you temporarily check your phone for any music-related notifications.

You are a slowly uprising musician skilled in the vocal category. Writing songs has been a passion of yours, and when you had your best friend to make the soundtracks for you, it only made sense that you pursue in the music career. You posted videos of you singing covers and original songs on social media and you were obtaining quite the audience.

Diana comes back to the table and sets the drinks down.

She slouches into her chair and fixes her Afro.

"My goodness! This cold is not meant for my hair." She complains. You giggle and rest you head in your head.

"I've been studying for that music theory test for the last three days and my brain is completely fried. I don't think I can study anymore so, this, this is good." You state with exasperation.

Diana furrows her brows as her her almond eyes grow large:

"You? Study?" She asks. "What's even the point in you studying. You get hundreds on every test you take involving that subject, whether you study or not."