Leather Jacket

Chapter 2 Discovery

*1 week later *

What started as me searching for an owner for my newly found typewriter. Ended as me starting to actually try writing , not only for keeping the memory of my friend alive but also ACTUALLY enjoying writing about all the interesting people I encountered everyday at the coffee shop .

I've been coming here everyday for a week straight now , ordering what Marge - the barista - now calls 'my usual' . Which consists of a cup of double hot chocolate and a plate of bubblegum macroons.

I would then make my way to 'my spot ' at the back bookshelf and write about whatever 'hoot' came into the coffee shop that day.

So far my favorite were ; the purple cat lady - who dyed her cat purple and the windy wig lady - who's wig flew into her tomato soup - But none of them - even though they were fun to live and document - has that ... pizzazz I'm looking for. It gets ... boring. You know ?

After Lucas , I've lost a big part of myself and though I thought documenting the exciting lives of others would full that void... it just didn't . I still have this emptiness inside of me , this hole. This... big black hole that only Lucas once could fill. And I don't know how to cover that back up again.

How do I fill a hole back up that took 19 years of friendship to build ?

That's a pretty long time and a pretty deep hole to just "fill " back up again.

The ringing of the coffee shop bell breaks me from my internal war , and it's only then -when the stranger with a dripping wet leather jacket enters the warm shop - that I notice the thunder blaring loudly outside.

Intrigued by this mysterious stranger -who I will now refer to as leather jacket - I followed his movements around the shop.
Ordering a tall cup of coffee and taking a seat at the warming fire place , warming his icy cold fingers .

Something about Leather jacket made me curious,  reeled me in like a Sunday catch at the lake .

Everyone is a mystery ready to be solved by their Sherlock

I remind myself.

Maybe I'm his Sherlock...

Maybe there's something about him I have to crack. Find out. Maybe there's a reason I'm drawn to this giant question mark sitting in the corner, hiding his face from everyone.

Maybe I'm it.

Walking over to the barista - careful not to be seen - I order another cup and ask Marge if she's ever seen him here before. To which she just replied ;

"I'm afraid not sugar. He's cute though. " she said , handing me my cup.

Making my way back to the back of the room , I found myself staring at him. My eyes burning a hole at the back of his head.

That's when my fingers started typing ;

Leather jacket was tall , apparently handsome and had a mysterious vibe. It circled  and surrounded him like vultures circling their prey. It was like he knew he was a mystery and intended to keep it that way. He didn't talk to anyone or even make eye contact with anyone other than the warm fire keeping his gaze. His leather jacket dripping wet, tossed to the side. He was a rebel, there was no doubt about it. A leader perhaps, but whatever it was that he found himself doing in his freetime , he wasn't keen on sharing .

Surprised with the words flowing so easily from my mind through my fingertips , I sit back and re-read my first paragraph of what soon will be my discovery.

"Leather jacket , you might just be what I've needed all along." I say to myself as I watched him just sit there and stare into the flames, wondering what it could possibly be that was going on inside that head.

I've watched him for what felt like forever , more than one would consider as normal and rather as stalking. But I didn't care since I was basically like a ghost in the wind. No one knew about me nor cared about my presence here, I was their silent observer . My eyes followed him back to the counter ordering his third cup of coffee.

He sat back down , staring into the flames like nothing happened. Like his brief moment of human contact with the barista was just a mirage or distant memory. He had a cool persona about him and you could see that wherever he came from , he was well respected among the people.

He didn't do much the two hours that he's been here and when he once again picked his jacket back up and left, I've ultimately accepted that this was the end of my leather jacket adventures. It's been short lived but one heck of a ride , no matter how much fun it could've been.

"Heading out Alice?" Marge asked  while I picked the heavy typewriter back up .

"Yup. See you tommorow. " I said , closing the door behind me as the pouring rain soon connects with my warm skin making it damp.

I thought my story was over when I sat back down the next day , only to be proven wrong when it was my turn to become a part of his story.

I know this is boring,believe me! It's taken me a whole YEAR just to finish this chapter , and if you're familiar with my work you know that I usually start and finish a book in that time. So , stick around cause the fun is just beginning. Thank you so much for reading. Remember to leave your thoughts in the comment section below. Until next time, keep howling my wolves ❤🐺