A sun filled sunday (Open)

[zack aldrich talor]

Starbucks, if god had created one shop it would be this one, the smell that your nose caught as you passed the boundary into the shop was one nothing could compare to. The taste that filled you with joy as you sipped away at your drink, all of it was too good to be true and for that reason, it was God in a shop…Or café if you wish to be pedantic. Slowly he walked in, a smile creeping across his face as he wandered over to the waitress behind the counter. After having his eyes scroll through the menu he ordered the same thing he did every Sunday, a Toffee Nut Latte. A fine drink in his eyes, one that provided a wide selection of experiences for his taste buds to enjoy. After waiting a moment for his drink to be made up for him he slowly begun to tap away as the counter, the single ear phone lodged into his left ear playing rather loud Zebrahead song. After a while the drink was placed in front of him and money soon exchanged hands, a light smile on his face as he gave the young girl a light nod and thanked her for the drink before turning on his heel and turning to look for a seat.

‘Not a single free table.’

There were a few spare chairs in the café but he hadn’t spotted anyone he actually knew, and he was not in the mood to sit with a stranger. Though that had happened before on numerous occasions, normally coming out with different results. Sometimes people’s numbers, sometimes a dirty look. So he would not sit unless he was offered, that would be an interesting twist to his day. With a small sigh he rubbed the back of his neck lightly as he begun to head for the exit with a slow and somewhat sluggish pace. He had an injury on his left leg, a large bruise had decided to appear on his thigh making it swore to walk, sure he had been in a lot worse pain but it still hampered him. At least he didn’t have to go to hospital like the other guy, a small laugh left his lips then as he remembered the night before. As he reached the door and slowly took the first sip of his drink as he stepped to the door, stepping out of the way of a person walking in, coming a few inches from ploughing into them.

“Sorry about that.”

He said with a somewhat deep tone as he took another sip of his drink and made sure he was out of the way of the person, he was strangely not in the mood for a fight or argument. This in itself was very rare, but it was not something he would let slide. So now he stood there, his hair hanging loosely from side to side. Around his torso he wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbow, allowing the Miami sun to glare down on his skin. From the hips down he wore a rather odd pair or cargo pants, a light leather belt holding them up around his waist as he stood there. Then a simple pair of nameless trainers rested around his feet as he stood still, his eyes looking up at the person.

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Word Count: 584
Status: COMPLETE!
Muse: Zebrahead ~ Hell Yeah.
Pic By: Caution. I think.
Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful Lie
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