fluweasley
He followed the blonde hair, couldn't leave it. As much as the rain was bothering him, he had to keep it in sight. Everywhere he went, the blonde hair was in lead. He walked kilometres and kilometres.
Then, she finally stopped at a bookshop, 400 Kingsland Rd, Burley Fisher Books, the bookstore they spent their days in, hiding from the rain. Was it really her? He had to say something, he couldn't just continue following her like that.
"Blondie...?"
The blonde girl turned around.