He planned on letting the rain pass and finish as much work as he could. The rain was making loud noises on the roof, on the street, and he frowned at the sweet coffee in front of him. He always made a point of keeping sugar off his coffee. The cafe was a tad more crowded than he pleased. A migraine was starting to settle.

From across the room he could hear her laughter chiming in, quieting the sea of voices around. He'd never noticed her before, yet her movements were so familiar, so at home, so refreshing to his eyes. It was a quiet laughter. It was the kind that was easy to miss, that kind of laugh that could so easily drown in the murmurs and the voices abusing his ears. He allowed his eyes to linger for one, long second; then he frowned, pissed at the intrusion.

The rain had stopped. The noise had descended into quiet chatters in the crowded, well-lit cafe. Her voice slipped through the foggy haze of his mind, finding its way through the very depths, planting itself, making a memory. Tired, cold eyes swept across the room and mindlessly studied the shaking of her head, the gestures of her hands, the curves of her mouth. He could feel the numbness going away. The coffee and the documents altogether forgotten.

The cafe manager was a grump, but he didn't mind making her laugh.


Author's Note: Hello guys! Thanks for reading. This is just, like, a one-time thing. You know those types of stories you somehow weave while on coffee break? Yes, those kinds.

P.S.: I had fun writing this. Perhaps I'll make a few similar ones in the future.

But then, first: THESIS.