Last Christmas

Day 2

Tony was awoken by his alarm blearing from his room. He jumped up, glanced at his watch realising he was 30 minutes late.

He ran around the house, dressing, brushing his teeth, eating breakfast as he tried to find his keys and phone. He never had good days anymore, and it felt like he was in living hell.

As soon as he had found everything and was decent, he ran out of the house and got into his car and drove off as soon as he could. A s he drove down the busy streets, he wasn't surprised to see more people dressing up, and lights that were displayed out in every window in the shops.

He frowned and ignored all the commotion outside the car. He pulled up outside his office and stepped out. He put his sunglasses on to mask his hangover, and ignored everyone's warm smiles and greetings. He went straight to his office and sat down on his chair. He sighed, and turned to his computer screen.

Tony Stark was miserable, he hadn't slept properly for months. He turned around aimlessly in his chair, trying to block out the merry chatter from outside his office. He scowled and stood up abruptly and stormed out of the office block.

He stepped out onto the busy streets, trying to keep the smiles and laughs out of view. He managed to find a quiet café just a few streets down from his multimillion company. He was happy to be away from the Christmas cheer and noise. The constant noise.

He sat down at a table next to the frost covered window. He wanted to be on his own, and ordered a warm coffee. He blew at the liquid and watched as the steam rose into the air. It warmed him up, and he was greatfull for it. He relaxed into the chair, and let his head fall back against the wall. He looked out of the window, and watched as people rushed by.

But there was one. A woman was standing just outside, and was looking up intensely. He watched as your face went from, confused to happy. He saw you smile at the sight and was intreaged at what had got you so fixated. He finished his now cold coffee, thanked the waitress and stepped outside.

He stood just behind you and looked up, trying to see what you were looking at. "what..." you jumped back and saw him. "oh, sorry I didn't mean to..."

"oh don't worry, I wasn't expecting anyone," you smiled at him and he looked up again. " so, what were you looking at?"

You grabbed his arm, pulling him to were you were originally standing, "look up" you pointed to the spot where a snowy white owl was perched on the ledge of the window seal above the entrance of the café.

"wow, what a beautiful.." he was silenced by the animals droppings that landed on his face, just above his eye.

Your mouth was agape as he desperately tried to wipe it away. "oh my god are you okay. " you offered to help but he refused, walking away still frantically trying to get it out of his eye.