Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 2

Louis ran his hands through his hair as he followed the boy down the street, quietly fiddling with the button on his blazer again. It was properly raining by now, but it was more of a drizzle than something that you would run from. He sighed quietly, looking at the back of the boy's head as he walked in front of him, his curls moving a little in the wind under the dark red beanie he was wearing. He looked around for a moment, over the cabs that were driving past them and the skyscrapers, the street lights and the people that were crossing the street. Louis would have taken picture if he wasn't in such in a hurry, because apparently the curly wanted to get out of the rain.

"Can you slow down?" Louis said, jogging up to his side. "You got longer legs than me." The green eyed, who turned to look at him, smiled and then chuckled, slowing down.

"Sorry, just want to get out of the rain," he said, taking off his beanie for a moment to push his curls back again, Louis watching his pale hand. It had such a contrast to his dark hair. He couldn't be in California very much. Louis just nodded and looked away, down on the ground and up at the people so he could see where he was going.

"Are we there soon?" he asked, lifting his coat collar up so the rain wouldn't drip down the back of his shirt so much.

"A minute, at most," the taller one said and straightened a little. He was so slim and lanky. Louis was jealous. He nodded.
None of them said very much after that, Louis finding nothing to do but watch people and cars until they reached a small place at the corner of a street, the boy holding the door open for him until he moved inside and shrugged out his hair so it would stop dripping. It was a nice little place, walls in some kind of mustard yellow with a dark brown wooden floor, black chairs and tables set out on it. Strings of lanterns and small lights dressed the ceiling and parts of the walls, a counter just at the opposite of them. Louis regretted not bringing his camera. His phone didn't take good pictures either. He would make sure to come back here.
He turned, seeing the curly take off his jacket, him already smiling at Louis. "Pretty, isn't it?" he said calmly, looking around himself for a moment. "I come here quite often. They have delicious sandwiches."

Louis licked his lips, deciding to keep his blazer on. He didn't know how to wet the back of his shirt was, and he didn't want anyone to see it if it was soaked. "It is," he agreed, looking around for an empty tale. Three of them were free, one in the corner and one close to the counter. The final one was by the window, Louis starting to walk to it.

"Wait," the boy said and Louis turned his head, stopping in his tracks. "What do you take in your coffee?"

Louis thought for a moment. "Milk and two spoons of sugar," he simply said and started moving towards the table again, sitting down on one of the two chairs. The table was clean enough, Louis only brushing away some crumbles from it. He hummed a little, drumming his fingertips on his table. He glanced at the curly, watching how he set two spoons of sugar into one of the cups, and then poured some milk into both of them. He turned around and Louis smiled weakly, the boy carrying the two cups and two sandwiches on a tray painted in bronze.

"Thank you," he said and took one of the identical sandwiches, setting it in front of him, the boy doing the same and one of the cups. Louis took the other one, taking a small sip. His eyebrows furrowed his eyebrows, licking his lips. "Doesn't taste like what I'm used to," he said quietly, the curly laughing softly.

"You're that used to English coffee, huh?" he said, Louis shaking his head.

"No, I don't drink English coffee," he admitted, taking another sip. He swallowed. "Canadian."

"Canadian?" the lanky one smiled and raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his own. "Didn't know they did any specific coffee."

"I don't know either, but they sell it at home," Louis shrugged, setting the cup down on the table again. He took his sandwich and took a bite of that instead, a small smile on his thin lips. "They are actually quite good."