The pitter patter of rain against her umbrella. The wet ground beneath her feet. She loved this weather, the rain was always so calm... So serene. But she knew she had to get out of it, less she wanted to get sick.
The bell rung of the little coffee shop, red and white boots stepping in from the wet atmosphere outside to the warm atmosphere of the quaint little shop. Pulling the umbrella closed, and shaking the remnants of tiny water droplets off of it. This was a place she came to often when it was raining. She could sit by the window, sipping a cup of hot chocolate, watching the busy bodies rush to where they had to be, despite the rain falling from overhead.
She pulled up a chair, her spot as she had claimed it. One of two chairs at a tiny table in the corner of the building, right next to the window, and the heater. She never did have anybody to sit with her at this table for two, but she never felt lonely. There was just something about the coffee shop that gave her a warm feeling inside. Evidently, much warmer than those outside clad with their black and grey coats and umbrellas.
She was strange. She had bought a bright cherry red umbrella for herself. The one she always used. It always stood out to everyone else. Seemed they always had dully colored umbrellas. She stood out like a sore thumb more often than not. She imagined that's why she always found herself alone at her little table. But she didn't mind either way.
A/N: Another old one. I have no ideas. ;-; Anybody got any requests?