@foundgold
micheal was absolutely not the college type. he never even graduated high school, had no interest in a higher education anymore. but he loved the cafes around any school, loved the peace and quiet and the knowledge that no one would recognize him; hell, everyone he knew was just like him, but without the slight love for soft things. so a cafe was perfect, the best spot to read shakespeare-- today, romeo and juliet for the umpteenth time. his book was full of little notes, though he had no reason for it; he just recalled his freshman english teacher’s voice all the time, telling him how to annotate. there was hardly room in the margins anymore, so full of his thoughts on the work.
he didn’t have any money this day, though, sitting for a little bit before he steps out for a smoke, shuddering in the cold air. he loved winter until he remembered he walks everywhere. it wasn’t ideal, that was for sure. he shoves the book back into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he blows smoke in the air. he’s not ready to go home yet, honestly; courtney and isabelle were busy with their parents today, he would be all alone. so instead he wanders around to waste time, fingers almost numb after only moments of walking as he flicks ash to the ground. he settles for a moment outside of a florist shop, looking in the window at some of the displays. he always did like winter flowers. once he turns around, though, he jumps, shocked to see someone had snuck up behind him. micheal laughs, sniffling a little as the cold made his nose run, taking another drag from his cigarette before wiping the bit of snot.
“well shit, you’re quiet in the snow,” he says, glancing up and down at the other. he may have said something a moment ago, but micheal didn’t hear it, too focused on the flowers maybe. “oh! oh, i’m in the way.” now he notices it, blocking the door to the shop in his slow wander among the window displays. he steps aside, taking another drag as his cheeks go red. “sorry, man.”