raindrops pitter patter on the window, reflecting a slew of miniature worlds inside each puddle. passerby's walk with hurried steps, hoping to catch the bus before their suits and dresses are soaked in the summer's torrential downpour. she watches, amused by the synchronization of various umbrellas thrust out toward the sky, as if they were shaking their fists at the heavens above. ocean blues bounce to grill 13's double doors, the bell chiming with triumphant vigor. emerging from the storm outside is the man she's been waiting for all along, dashing through the diner as she patiently sips on a cup of coffee. just in time for the teenage waiter to stop gawking at his crush and make his way toward them at a snail's pace, pen ticking rapidly in hand.
❝ ah, there he is. ❞ her voice is silken smooth, hands without a trace of a quiver. she's dressed in a creme colored button down shirt and ashen pencil skirt, heels tapping rhythmically to the beat of "crazy little thing called love" playing faintly on the jukebox. she may or may not have selected it before he showed up. ❝ you look nice. ❞ she states, resting her elbows on the table, adoring smile curling into the corners of her lips. ❝ got a hot date? ❞
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