Today was rather dark and dreary; not quite the kind of day to lift your spirits. In other words, it was exactly what Vic didn't need. As the rain poured down from the over-hanging clouds, Vic exited his plain, two-story home and headed for his car. It was an old, worn-out thing, but it was all he had until he could find a steady paying job. At least it ran pretty well.
Vic started the engine, a loud growl notifying the car had turned on, and proceeded to back out of the driveway. He pressed down on the gas, and in no time at all her was peacefully cruising down the old California roadways. He didn't exactly know where he was going, but as long as he was away from his home, he didn't really care. It had become a battleground between him and his younger brother, Mike, over what Vic couldn't even remember, and Vic decided removing himself from the house for a while would be the best solution.
Vic let a long sigh escape his lips as he pressed on down the long, winding road. The rain battered at the windows as the car picked up speed, seeming to create an odd symphony. Approaching the downtown area, Vic pulled off into an empty parking lot and parked the car. He stepped out into the rain, quickly realizing he'd forgotten his umbrella at home. He couldn't care less at this point, though. Taking a quick glance at the stormy clouds above, Vic began to walk down the old sidewalks that laced the streets. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans as he came upon the coffee shop he would usually escape to when he felt angry or upset. He was completely soaked as he entered the place, which earned him a few odd looks from the other people there who' been smart enough to remember and umbrella.
Vic approached the counter and placed his order or a small caramel frappe, and moved over to the pick-up area. Receiving his order shortly, Vic went over to the dark-brown, leather sofa beside the window and sat himself down, placing his drink on the glass coffee table that sat in front of him. He then pulled out his phone and selected a playlist from his music library, which consisted of mostly bands like Of Mice & Men, All Time Low, Mayday Parade—You get the picture. Along with his umbrella, Vic had forgotten to grab his headphones from off the kitchen counter. He figured so long as he kept the volume down, the other costumers wouldn't mind too much if he played the music.
The shop's bell chimed as a dark-haired man wearing dark skinny jeans, a band tee-shirt and a pair of grey Vans walked in and strolled up to the counter. Vic caught sight of him and watched as he placed his order. His wrists were covered in bracelets, Vic had noticed, which led his mind question why. He shook off a few thoughts and decided that it was just because he just simply liked wearing bracelets. Vic continued to watch as the man turned towards the pick-up area, but happened to meet Vic's gaze as he did so. Meeting his rather beautiful blue eyes in return, Vic quickly turned his head away to face the rain-soaked window, mentally cursing at himself for staring so long. He couldn't help but to stare, though. Whoever that guy was, he was just too damn attractive.
Vic shook his head and exhaled a deep breath, resting his elbow on the sofa's arm and placing his chin in his palm. He heard the man utter a "Thanks" to the lady behind the counter as he turned away and crossed the room. From the corner of his eye, Vic could see the man approaching the couch that sat on the other side of the coffee table.
