Wednesday vibes were running through Dan like a bunch of wolves in a pack chasing after their prey. He hated Wednesdays. Not only was it a Wednesday, but it was also the day where he was going to look at the building his parlour was going to be at.
Dan heard that the neighborhood for his parlour wasn't all that big. At all. It was narrow and lead to a dead end, yet lots of people go there anyways to look at the cool shops there.
By cool shops, Dan concluded that the information meant antique shops that no one really has a care for. Only people like the elderly and people who are engaged would go there.
Dan would change that. He would bring people more his type and then the whole area would change, which was just Dan wanted. He hated the thoughts of antique shops and just old people things like that in general.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice. "Dan! Dan! We're here, you lazy muppet! Get up!"
Dan groaned at the man in the passenger seat and opened the door to his right, sliding out of the back of the car. He quickly adjusted his leather jacket and took a cigarette out of his box in his pockets. He walked over to the shorter man standing closer to the building and gestured to his cigarette.
The man seemed to notice what Dan was mentioning and nodded, flipping his hair real quick before taking out a lighter and bringing Dan's smoke alive.
The tattooist quickly drew in breath, took the cigarette out, and blew smoke out into the cloudy sky. He turned to the man, who was lighting up his own smoke, running a hand through his fringe before speaking, "Where's PJ?"
"PJ's...he's uh, he's already in. Said we could have a smoke if we wanted, so we are." The man mumbled tiredly back, looking inside the slightly tinted windows. He tapped his cigarette before putting it in his mouth.
Dan gave a small nod, leaning against the wall of the building behind him, across from his coworker. They sat in silence for awhile.
"How's your morning, Dan?"
"Kinda shitty. And your's, Chris?"
"You look like you got no sleep." Chris said, completely ignoring Dan. "When did you get home from Dave's?"
"Maybe three in the morning...?" It came out as a question. He sighed lightly, turning to his left side. "Speaking of the dick, how does my cheek look?"
Chris gave a smug smile as he walked a bit closer to Dan, inspecting his face. "Like you fell on the pavement. Did you two get into a fight?" He took Dan's silence as a yes. "Oh, how I would've payed to see that!" He began to laugh loudly.
Dan sighed, returning to his cigarette. The two began talking about what the parlour was going to look like, how the weather was going to be, and how weird the place smelled until Chris was done with his cigarette.
"Well, I'm going inside to make sure my love is okay." The older man said, beginning to turn around and walk into the building.
"He's only your love when he actually agrees to one of your dates, Chris..."
"He's just teasing me, Dan." Chris chuckled before leaving Dan alone outside.
Dan examined his surroundings quickly. The lot he was standing in was a perfect place to park their car instead of the side of the road. He made a note to tell PJ this almost useless fact. The area was very glum and boring. Dan was already bored looking at it. He blew the last of his smoke out before dropping his cigarette and stepping on it.
As soon as he did, there was a sharp knocking sound behind him which caused him to jump almost two feet ahead of him. Dan was sure he knocked something down in the process of doing so.
He turned around quickly, getting ready to fight whatever came at him. Once he saw nothing, he squinted through the tinted windows.
Staring back at him we're a pair of blue eyes. Very nice blue eyes. Dan kept staring at them until he focused on who the person actually was.
The person who kept staring at him was a pale man, who was wearing a pastel blue collar top and some black jeans. Dan's brown eyes were examining his face structure and his hair closely, talking all this new appearance in until the man knocked again.
Dan followed the knocking sound to the man's fists, only to see him pointing down. Dan's eyes followed, widening once he realized what his feet have done.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He mumbled shyly, kneeling down to pick up the knocked over pot of some kind of blue flowers. Once he did, he looked back up, rising to his feet slowly.
He only turned around and walked into the new building once he saw no blue eyes looking back at him in the window.
•••
Dan looked over at the curly haired man talking to Chris. He sighed lightly as he read their lips, not really reading anything. How can anyone read things like lips when they move so fast?
As soon as he looked away, he heard Chris call him over. He stood up from sitting on a stool in the corner. He walked over to the two, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "What's up?" He asked nonchalantly.
Chris smiled brightly. "PJ over here said that if we set up tomorrow and Friday, we can start next Monday! Isn't that great?" He chuckled out lightly.
Dan took that last sentence as "Isn't he great?" Which made him snort. He shook his head lightly. "Yeah, whatever you guys say. That's fine. What can we do right now?"
PJ shrugged. "We can start unboxing things. That'll be a great start plus that'll give us an advantage for tomorrow."
Dan and Chris both nodded, causing them all to depart in different directions to start unboxing things.
Dan smiled at the box he opened. He found needles and colors. He found his pallet. He found his colorful world.
He turned behind him to see Chris opening box after box, not even caring about what was inside. Classic Kendal. Scoffing lightly, Dan went back to his work.
He dug through the box of needles, his eyes instantly hitting the blue ones. He just stared at them, thinking of that one pair of eyes he saw today.
In that moment, Dan's art school abilities were calling out to him.
Dan wanted to sketch those eyes. He wanted to draw them out on a wall and add every little detail into them. He wanted to drag paint of a beautiful shade of blue over those eyes. He wanted to put it somewhere high, where everyone can see. It would be on the news. He wanted the person who owned those eyes to see his drawing of them. Dan would be known as "The man who fell-
Dan began to gag and cough, which caused PJ and Chris to look over at him, then at each other, then just rush over.
Chris bent down and and began to pat the brown eyed man ok the back. "Dan, you okay, mate?"
"Do you need water?" Was PJ's question.
Dan looked up at the two, eye twitching as he just mumbled,
"That was disgustingly cliché."
•••
Dan looked down at his wrist to read the time on the cheapest looking watch he's ever seen.
9:45. Dan wanted to go home and sleep.
It was odd for him to feel that way. Dan usually didn't feel tired until 4:00 in the morning. Maybe it was just because he got no sleep the night before and he's been working almost all day.
Dan looked behind him, letting out an annoyed sigh as he saw PJ and Chris talking to each other quietly. He turned around, facing the two as he walked over to grab his leather jacket. Once he was close enough to the two, he snorted loudly. "Go get a room, you two."
PJ perked up, watching Dan make his way towards the doors to leave the parlor. "Oh, Dan. Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, it's late."
"Late? Since when is ten late for Daniel?" Chris snickered, shaking his head.
"Since now, Christopher. Listen. I'll see you guys tomorrow morning." With that, Dan left the two in the parlor. He began to walk away from the building, stopping to grab a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. Once he lit his smoking stick, he began to walk again, keeping his eyes on his feet. Stupid move.
Almost immediately, he bumped into another walking body, which caused him to look up. Before he opened his mouth to snap his usual. "Move it." He saw who it was.
It was the pair of blue eyes he saw earlier today. God, they were magnificent up close. Dan was speechless as his brown orbs were locked onto the blue ones.
"Sorry," The sound of the pale man caused him to looked elsewhere. Dan gave a shrug and mumbled a sorry back as he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke away from their faces.
The two stayed like that for a while, until Dan realised who it actually was. His own voice caused him to jump. "Oh! Uh, hey. I'm terribly sorry about the flowers today. It was totally an accident. I really didn't mean to. Are they okay?"
"No, there's no need to apologise. They're quite alright, really." Blue Eyes gave a chuckle.
Dan swore he could feel his cheeks flush just a bit. He was so nice. Why? Before he could embarrass himself, the brunette turned around, nodding. "That's nice. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry home." He mumbled quietly. Did Blue Eyes even hear what he said?
Who cares, who cares? He rushed away from the man, shaking his head.
Why was Dan so nervous? Why did Dan get so embarrassed when Blue Eyes was so nice? Maybe it was because Dan was so used to the rude people he used to live around. Maybe it was something else that he didn't know yet.
Who cares?
Dan was tired. He needed a break. A long break with lots of sleep.
A break he won't get at all.