Sitting on the wet bench, smelling like must because your boyfriend decided to breakup over text, right before you got on the bus for college and you've sat there for hours in the rain.
You look around to see people running with umbrellas, waiting in cafes and stores until the rain stops, but do not. Your life has already been shitty and it just keeps getting worse.
"Are you okay?"
You don't look up at the voice, keeping your head down as tears run down your cheeks. You shake your head softly and hear the voice sigh.
"Do you need a ride or something?"
Again you shake your head no. This only causes her to get a tad bit frustrated.
"I don't wanna be rude, but you look like shit, are you sure you don't need help?"
You chuckle before finally looking up the voice.
Your eyes meet hers.
Beautiful.
Her blonde hair in loose waves, that frame her face perfectly.
Her plump, pink lips that are ajar, waiting for a response.
Her small nose sitting perfectly on the center of her face.
"Umm? Lady?"
Her voice pulls you out of your trance. She noticed your staring.
"Sorry." You apologized quietly.
She chuckled, "no need. I know I'm pretty."
This time, you chuckled. "Yeah. You are."
She seemed quite taken aback. She kneeled down to look at your face. She analyzed everything.
Her fingers grazed your skin lightly. Feeling every scar, pimple, black head, and dead skin patch while she looked into your eyes.
(IF YOURE GONNA BE NEGATIVE ABOUT ME EXPLAINING A hUmAn FACE THEN DONT FUCKING READ IT! I USED MY FACE AS A REFERENCE)
"Your pretty too."
You smiled softly. Her voice was so gentle and so kind. It was alluring.
"Are you hungry? I'm hungry."
You nodded softly. She stood up and held out her hand for you to grab, "let's go. I know this amazing cafe nearby and I'm pretty sure you'll like it."
Again, you nodded.
Minutes passed by and you've made it to the cafe. She held your hand the whole walk while she would attempt to make small talk with you.
"So your favorite color is ___ and your favorite animal is ___ and your favorite song is _______?"
You nodded.
"Wow. Your interesting." She chuckled.
"What do you do for work?" You had somehow managed to ask.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"You don't know who I am?" She asked surprisingly.
You shook your head. She held your hand tighter.
"Good."
You looked at her confusedly.
"You'll know someday. I promise."
Waiting for your food wasn't a problem, it came pretty quickly.
Rosé and yourself got along quite well. She was so kind. Her words pronounced well.
You felt like you could be friends.
"Rosé?"
"Hmm?"
She put down her tea and looked you in the eyes.
"Can we be friends?"
She raised her eyebrows and smiled softly.
"Of course. We'll be the best of friends."
"My Mommy" by RosiePosieChaeyong ©
