May 21, 2015
“it’s the normal people that scare me.”
“Then you’re scared of the right people.”
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“it’s the normal people that scare me.”
“Then you’re scared of the right people.”
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“And my jazz collection’s royal, I can play most anything.” — Brooklyn Baby (LANA DEL REY)
“No, I— I don’t quite like playing jazz,” he admits with a meager smile and a slight shake of his head, cradling his cup of coffee. Arthur enjoys the warmth that reaches his fingers, satisfying his urge to twitch them for the time being. His eyes briefly flit from his newly made acquaintance to the clock hung at the far side of the room. Despite the dim lights, the pianist sees the time quite well— although disappointed to find the hands striking so late.
Arthur had begun making a habit of performing at a quiet cafe nestled in seemingly the most peaceful street of the city. It earned him a meager profit, and even a handful of regulars each week. Straight after tonight’s performance he’d planned to set off home, however the making of a new acquaintance had tethered him to stay.
He looks back at him, figuring it wouldn’t bruise his educational career to be late for just one class tomorrow.
“I don’t think I caught your name?”
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”Are you really going this far to make me feel better? Just a cup of coffee would be enough, but this is even better now. Thank you for taking me away from that situation, I was about to explode.”