The music came out of headphones, loud enough to be heard even by the
person beside him. It blocked out the outside world, the ability to think of
anything besides the paper laid out in front of him, the hot coffee sitting in
the cup beside him, the bustling of Gotham was nothing more than an after
thought to him as his pen etched away, writing words as they came to him
but soon, he hits a road block, sitting back in the comfortable chair, eyes
dancing upwards and catching a beautiful lady standing in line. Hands reach
up, removing earbuds and ignoring stopping the music as his gaze dances
over her frame, lips drawing an almost sharp breathe between them and
he offers her a small, boyish yet extremely confident smile. “If you need a
place to sit, that’s open.”