Guest
Guest
As the sun would slowly begin to break over the top of the buildings, a slight breeze of fresh air would ride the beams of sunlight. Pouring on most of the still sleeping town and a young man that would sit with his back placed firmly against the walls of the old school building. His eyes would slowly peek up as they would flash a emerald color before returning to to their normal haze-green shades. He would slowly force himself to his feet as he would allow a soft sigh to break his lips before brushing his pants off. He would causally stretch his hands up to the sky before making his way towards the inner city for his normal stop of coffee and breakfast. The details of the night would slowly fall into a blur as he would glance into the windows of shops that were sealed up tight with chains hanging from the doors. His body would float from side to side as each step he took seemed to be filled with purpose and an estrange reality that he was still alive.
He would causally walk a few more blocks before looking up towards the the still grayish blue sky. The sun would shine a awful orange color that was still pleasing and irrating to the man. He would finally make his way to the door of the coffee shop and embrace the warm smell of coffee and food. He would make his way over to a small booth and place a carryig case on to the table. He would slightly lean his head to the side as he would pull off a small pouch full of money and remove enough change from his bag to cover his meal and tip the waiter the usual amount. He would side it towards the empty side of the booth as he would place his head down on the table and await for the waiter to bring him, his coffee, eggs, fried ham, rice and toast.
His face would causally roll across the table as the sounds of heels pounding the tile floor would get louder and louder. He would manage to fake a small as he would say in the most cheerful voice as possible, "Good morning Chi..." He would lift his head from the table only to see a woman dressed in a slim fitting skirt and apron. She would softly return the greeting and place the food and coffee on the table. She would than pick up the money and place it into her pocket before finally breaking routine and asking a different question than normal. "Say Riku, why havent i meet any of your friends?" Riku would slightly place his chop sticks into the rice and pinch off enough rice to be considered a bite. Riku would slowly look up as he would allow the sticks to hang from over his lips while still grasped firmly in his hands and strugged.
He would causally walk a few more blocks before looking up towards the the still grayish blue sky. The sun would shine a awful orange color that was still pleasing and irrating to the man. He would finally make his way to the door of the coffee shop and embrace the warm smell of coffee and food. He would make his way over to a small booth and place a carryig case on to the table. He would slightly lean his head to the side as he would pull off a small pouch full of money and remove enough change from his bag to cover his meal and tip the waiter the usual amount. He would side it towards the empty side of the booth as he would place his head down on the table and await for the waiter to bring him, his coffee, eggs, fried ham, rice and toast.
His face would causally roll across the table as the sounds of heels pounding the tile floor would get louder and louder. He would manage to fake a small as he would say in the most cheerful voice as possible, "Good morning Chi..." He would lift his head from the table only to see a woman dressed in a slim fitting skirt and apron. She would softly return the greeting and place the food and coffee on the table. She would than pick up the money and place it into her pocket before finally breaking routine and asking a different question than normal. "Say Riku, why havent i meet any of your friends?" Riku would slightly place his chop sticks into the rice and pinch off enough rice to be considered a bite. Riku would slowly look up as he would allow the sticks to hang from over his lips while still grasped firmly in his hands and strugged.