She had, in all honesty, been trying to slip away and get home, trying to avoid the whole fiasco. The Fates deemed otherwise, it seemed, as she ran into a young man on her way out.
She gasped and could’ve sworn she heard the silent ‘click’ as the timer hit all zeroes, turning her violet gaze up to the other, eyes wide with surprise. Her first thought was, admittedly, ‘damn ’, but it was quickly followed by ‘he’s hot’.
Unable to come up with anything to say, she only mumbled an apology and half assed excuse before fleeing the shop and high tailing it for home. However, from her shoulder bag fell a sketchbook, loose pages fluttering out and to the floor. She didn’t notice it in her flight.
As she fled from him he was a little shocked as he had expected it to go a little more different than this. He went to stop her as he noticed that her sketchbook had fallen out and was spewing pages onto the floor of the cafe.”HEY!” He called out before kneeling down to pick ever page up for her, though he did not look at them just yet as he ran out of the cafe and down the street looking for her, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair when he couldnt see her anywhere. “Damn it..”
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