He was a stranger.
He's a stranger, Feliciano thought as he frowned at the tall blond man, but why do I feel like this? I've never felt this way around, well, anyone before…
It was another miserable, rainy day in New York City. Feliciano hated days like this. He preferred the sun, weather like he was used to in his home country, Italy. He didn't particularly like living in this busy city, either. No one stopped to talk to you, like they did in the little village he grew up in, where everyone knew each other, where people would give you a friendly smile and wave as you walked past. New York wasn't like that. People would keep themselves to themselves, and Feliciano quickly learnt that when he would cheerfully wave at passers-by and they would look back at him with sharp glares. He supposed he shouldn't do that at 6AM on a Monday, or at all, for that matter…
Feliciano ran as fast as he could along the crowded street. He had overslept and he was going to miss the subway if he didn't hurry up. He wasn't exactly watching where he was going, and therefore, he bumped into someone. Feliciano pouted to himself and looked up to apologise to the stranger. The most beautiful stranger he ever saw. The first thing the Italian noticed was the stranger's eyes. The most stunning shade of blue, azure? Or maybe cyan? Sky blue? Feliciano didn't really know. He'd never seen eyes as beautiful as this man's.
Feliciano realized he had been staring at the stranger for about five minutes, thinking nonsensical things about his eyes. He stammered an apology and continued walking, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
A few hours later, and Feliciano had missed the subway, will probably be yelled at by his boss the next morning, and he was soaked to the skin. Why was he grinning from ear to ear? The blue eyed stranger bought him coffee, stayed with him, laughed with him and gave him his number! Perhaps, Feliciano thought, rainy days in New York aren't that bad.