Nights only appeared to be lonely for you , sometimes. It was as if you were okay the majority of the time not indulging in what the world may bring people your age at any time of day, however if a lonesome feeling did hit you, it was during the nightly hours.
The City brought nothing , it was quiet which shouldn’t be something that was negative because that meant no unnecessary chaos , you found yourself with freedom and no one to share it with.
The streets were practically empty with a few passer by’s here and there some alone and others with company and with each that came by , you became more indecisive on which you’d prefer to be.
There were those who hugged themselves subtly carrying themselves into the night, blank or taking in the sky , blank expressions or eyes reflecting very beautiful parts of the night alone, so did you want that, to be that? Lonesome or should you say- at piece on your own even it’d mean having only yourself as company .
Now with that being said there were those enveloped in each other not necessarily touching but not necessarily out of contact either just close enough so that the cold bitter wind couldn’t blow either person away and so that the aches and chills they’d normally feel were less , most were without conversation and more so each other’s presence .
Did you want that? Were you willing to put yourself on the frontline in such a way that’d make you and another person vulnerable than you had been in a while or perhaps never been in at all now that you thought about it?
If the night brung something- someone, would you except it?
Did you or did you not want to be enveloped with another’s company that could mean more than just acquaintances? That was the question , did you want to be alone or were you ready to be liked or even loved in more than a platonic way like you had only excepted for a while now.
Who knew, with every step you took your mind changed and before you knew it you were in front of your favorite place, the twenty four hour gourmet bakery that allowed you to take in desserts from just about anywhere in the world, here in your own backyard.
You swiftly pulled open one of the double doors causing the light bell to ring above your head, the place painted with pastel yellows and pink with rows of brown leathered booths along the wall for those of parties of more than three , a bar like area that you knew good and well was only another seated area for more people to enjoy sweets and complimented alike beverages that ran along a bit of the middle in the establishment with stools that traveled in a shape of the letter L along the bar in the opposite direction and stopped connected to the same wall where the doors were, over that way was the cash register and of course the kindest owner you’d ever meet at a shop. Mr. Ackles.
The distance between the bar and the booths were enough, four sets of tables and chairs were neatly placed just a few feet from where you walked in . It set a walk way for all who came in between both areas that were across from each other.
Then there was the back area behind the bar that led to where more tables and chairs were lined up and of course, the bathroom areas. The place was way bigger than it looked on the outside and that’s what you loved about it this little shop held so much more than what those who weren’t willing to take a chance would see. Needless to say that was you but not towards this shop but towards other things.
You took in the scenery as always paintings and old photos of baked delicious goods , delicacy’s and drinks. Sayings that could relate to life’s moments if you could get passed the ‘sugar coating’ .
It smelled obviously delicious all through the establishment and what other way would it’d be ?
Other than the owner there were only two other people besides you in the cafe as around this time all workers had gone home or were in back preparing and cleaning for the next days shift.
You smiled , it always made you happy seeing others here at this time you were , kind of wondering what they were doing here I mean , were they just craving something sweet, was this a get away, were they just exploring? Endless possibilities flooded your mind and how could they not? You wouldn’t allow much else to come in at this time .
It was all just missing pieces , what if’s with large spaces after because you couldn’t put it all together, it was so much to think about yet nothing? It made not an ounce of sense.
With just a few steps you were at the counter you placed your hands gently on the mocha toned surface that was always warm , the owner’s face showed a pleasant smile as he’d become all too familiar with your presence which he didn’t mind because you were taking advantage of what was, after all, a twenty four hour cafe.
“A Vanilla Bean parfait for your thoughts?” He hummed , he always gave you different items to try since you walked in being that you were the first to come in at such a late hour for A while. You never turned him down because he’d never recommend anything that you didn’t end up enjoying so you had no reason to believe that tonight would be any different.
“You’ve never steered me in the wrong direction Mr. Ackles I see no reason to doubt you now, I’ll take one.” You grinned.
“May I have the same as well?” A modulated voice spoke out From behind you. You did not know who it’d belonged to and you were startled a bit but not too much you just hadn’t heard him enter the place, the bell didn’t catch your ears.
You took a glance over your shoulder seeing a gentleman behind you. His eyesight met yours momentarily , he wore a small crooked smirk for a second showing slight polite acknowledgement to you. You fought yourself as you felt your eyes wanting to become bigger and forcing yourself to turn back towards the owner. You turned back almost as quickly as you had turned the young strangers way but with the little glance you did get you were able to drink in his appearance .
His hair; a bright blonde evidently dyed and faded pink towards the ends of his hair. He wore a single chain necklaces that wasn’t too loosely hung around his neck .
A plaid green and white oversized flannel with hints of black and beige throughout it. Accompanied with a white graphic tee under it. He wore a button front leather jacket over his flannel to complete the look and perhaps stop the cold, however his bottoms were light washed blue jeans with a rip in one of the knees, a small chain dangled in connection from belt loop to one of his pockets.
His shoes matched the flannel and his jeans were lightly tucked behind the tongues of his shoes.
Well dressed for an hour like this .
The owner looked past you towards the male and it wasn’t long before a smile stretched on his lips .
“Jay, you’ve come back again missing such treats?” Mr. Ackles teased
Jay. The name fit him , if that’d made sense.
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-✨ Alright so this is part of an Imagine I wrote. Tumblr wouldn’t allow me put it all ✋🏾
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