Blissful

Chapter One

The doorbell rang behind him, the melody soothing to his ears, as he escaped from the rain outside, into the warmth of the old but homey Cafe.

The smell of coffee and old books hit him immediately . Both things were something he couldn't go a day without. Although he was a bit surprised because most of the time only old libraries smelled like that. But he could blame that on the small but cozy reading area, surrounded by old couches and a few bookshelves filled with old and new books, in the corner .
He could see himself sitting there enjoying a book with a cup of coffee.

'But that would have to wait' he thought with a sigh.

His companion wouldn't let him enjoy that. Looking back at the abnormally happy blonde, all he could do was sigh again and move forward, towards the end of the Cafe.

   Both of his friends followed, the happy blonde was chatting, or as Dario like to say yapping, with the curly headed man, who himself had a dark look painted on his face. Mabey it was because he was soaking wet or mabey because he had to put up with the blonde's mindless talks.

" Yeshh, the rain really hit us hard didn't it boss?" stated his companion cheekily. His voice sounded pretty jolly for someone who had to run in pouring rain for five minutes.
    
"You don't say" drawled the curly headed male as he flopped down opposite to Dario, leaning back so that he could fit his long legs in the cramped booth.
" I think I was talking to our boss not you Marco. And keep your legs to yourself, they're taking up MY space! " the blonde bite back, with aggressive hand motions and face full of expressions. He was truly a child trapped inside a man's body.
  
Sometimes he wondered how they were even friends.
Coming back to reality he found Marco with an even stiffer face, like he had something bitter to eat.
         Andro giving him a headache because of his constant,mindless chattering could be considered a good reason too. But you could never know. He always looked like he had something stuck up his arse.

".... Isn't even my fault. It's not like I was suppo–" tuning back to the conversation, he found Andro still going on about how it wasn't his fault that they got caught in the rain. The thing was it was his bright idea that they should vist this Cafe that was unusually placed in the outskirts of the small town. Thinking the beautiful scenery and a short walk amongst the trees might help his mood but being caught in the rain only dampened it further.
" I think that's enough chatting for today Andro. " Dario deadpaned, making sure that he was able to relay what he thought of his 'chatting'.

  Marco's face looked a bit less constipated. Probably because he thought Andro would lay off for a while and luckily for him the waitress also arrived, asking to jot down their order.
    
Dario let his friend order for him, his usual black coffee, with a sandwich. What he had whenever they were dining somewhere new or when they were in a rush. At the moment former was the case, seeing as they got there just to get out of the rain, and planned on leaving as soon as the rain stopped pouring, which by the looks of it wouldn't stop soon. So he just leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to soothe his throbbing eyes.
They didn't bug him about it his lack of communication. He barely spoke to them on the way, didn't even complain about the rain or being wet. He looked numb, trying to forget how bad this world could be.
  But they couldn't really blame him either. It was a long day for him. A long week actually but he finally snapped today.
  So they gave their order to the middle aged lady, leaving him to his thoughts , who jotted it down, leaving with the promise of early return with their food.

      He leaned back into the worn out couch, letting his surroundings fade into background. The blue of his eyes were peering out, looking at the rain droplets as they raced down the glass of the window.
A blurry figure passed by, most probably seeking shelter from the storm.
He wished, that it was this easy to get out of rain, out of the storm that was life. Just to stand under some shade to let it pass by. Or mabey even enjoy it a little by just standing there letting it pour on you.

But reality was pretty harsh. The shite storm that his life was, couldn't be enjoyed. He thought as his eyes followed the blurred silhouette.

      Suprisingly that person didn't seem to be rushing out of the rain. Mabey his initial thoughts were wrong. Because that person looked like they were enjoying their day out in the rain. Their pace slow and not rushed at all. Arms slack by their sides and head slightly tilted up.

      
At least someone was enjoying the storm. He thought and sent a silent prayer that they kept on enjoying it.

The sweet chiming of the doorbell broke him out of his thoughts, as a  person entered the small establishment. Coincidentally it was the same person walking by.

He would have looked at them longer if it wasn't for the old waitress blocking his view, who was there to serve them their food.

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Dario took a bite from his warm sandwich. It tasted pretty good, he noted.
What he also noticed was his friends murmuring something amongst themselves. He narrowed his eyes wondering what they were talking about. It was rare to see them conversing with each other and without causing a ruckus at that.
But his attention was stolen back by the waitress, as she scolded the new comer, who by the looks of it was a girl. But then again it was socially acceptable to cross dress so he couldn't tell just by looking at their back.

"You should've brought an umbrella, Rosa. You'll get sick otherwise."

Hmmm so it was a she.

The girl turned around probably to talk to tho old lady. But she also did something else, something she probably didn't intend to do.

She stole his breath away.

Her skin looked a bit pale, mabey because of the rain and the fact that she was soaking wet. Tendrils of hair that must have escaped her bun were sticking to her face.
Her lips looked rosy. But what made him speechless was her smile. It was so...

Beautiful.

Bright, wide and serene

 Or mabey it were her eyes? Even in low light they were sparkling, dark like the deepest oceans.
He was used to associating people with things. The little kinks in their personality.

For... for Rosa it was the deep red scarf around her head. Covering the mass of dark tresses, only a few stray tendrils escaping.
     
In the vintage styled Cafe, she stood out with with her deep red colored scarf.

 And for him, in the midst of his gloomy day, she felt like a breath of fresh air.

AUTHOR NOTE!
 
Umm hello?
Nice to meet yall. 🌸
Soooo this was the first chapter. I hope you guys liked it. If you did mabey leave a comment? I mean if you want to, it's not like I'm forcing you👀
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