One //E.S.

one

I met him on a rainy afternoon, we bumped into eachother to be exact.

It already wasn't a good day for me and my recently dyed hair was leaking the brown color.

I was grumpy and he was very cheerful, we got coffee together, well i got coffee but he prefered his tea.

I knew he wasn't from around here because he had a British accent.

His ginger hair was wet and flat due to the rain, and his sleeves were rolled up and you could see his tattoos, strange but artsy. I always wanted a tattoo but wasn't brave enough.

We exchanged numbers and thats the last time i saw him face to face, up close.

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A/N this was in her point of view but most of it will be in Ed's p.o.v.