Daan
amor vincit omnia ༊*·˚
Twilight settled in over the horizon, lighting it up with pinks, blues, purples, oranges, and reds. It was nearing sunrise over the big apple – a city that never truly sleeps, let alone without something going on. Among the night owl revellers and travellers, one weary New York native was making his way back from South Philly. Another job that ended after months of observation and meticulous planning, it mostly went off without a hitch aside from his boss’s call – he’d be paid on time. One of the many things he loved about his job was the quiet that ensued shortly after finishing it, and travelling was just a perk that let him enjoy it. He could observe the sky change, the stars disappearing as the yolk of the sun would peak over and he’d have to put on his sunglasses just to see the road. Erik Satie playing throughout the speakers of his car. This New York native was content in the moment.
It’d be over a little two hours later before he’d make his way back into “Gotham.” Instead of dropping by the grocery store to pick up whatever for the morning, he opted to head back to his condo in East Village. Along the way, he visited the quaint, peaceful cafe that was run by a hipster owner rarely seen. Despite its location off the more beaten path, he actually favoured its position to settle itself in a quiet part of the city – if that was even possible. He pulled into the small parking lot, letting his rental die down with a quiet purr. Grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone, he stepped out into the early, crisp spring morning. Shutting the door and making his way around and into the little cafe, the bell ringing just at the top corner of the door to signal his presence.
He kept his sunglasses on, not wanting to see the sun or anyone else to recognise the bags under his eyes. Apart from an old couple stationed at the front of the bar, it was mostly empty. Just what he needed. Visiting this cafe unknowingly became apart of his routine, it’s been a year since he first stepped into the place and since then was a regular. When he didn’t stop by, it was usually because he became too swamped with work to stop by, even if to just say hello. Nothing changed since then. The owner hired another Barista and she, mostly, seemed shy until they both started striking up mundane conversation. Whether or not she knew it, he enjoyed the talks because it was nice to talk to someone outside of his work, for once. So when he spotted her, he gave a small wave and made his way over to his usual spot; the last booth at the left side of the small cafe, in the corner where he could get a view of everything and everyone.
teefies
It’d be over a little two hours later before he’d make his way back into “Gotham.” Instead of dropping by the grocery store to pick up whatever for the morning, he opted to head back to his condo in East Village. Along the way, he visited the quaint, peaceful cafe that was run by a hipster owner rarely seen. Despite its location off the more beaten path, he actually favoured its position to settle itself in a quiet part of the city – if that was even possible. He pulled into the small parking lot, letting his rental die down with a quiet purr. Grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone, he stepped out into the early, crisp spring morning. Shutting the door and making his way around and into the little cafe, the bell ringing just at the top corner of the door to signal his presence.
He kept his sunglasses on, not wanting to see the sun or anyone else to recognise the bags under his eyes. Apart from an old couple stationed at the front of the bar, it was mostly empty. Just what he needed. Visiting this cafe unknowingly became apart of his routine, it’s been a year since he first stepped into the place and since then was a regular. When he didn’t stop by, it was usually because he became too swamped with work to stop by, even if to just say hello. Nothing changed since then. The owner hired another Barista and she, mostly, seemed shy until they both started striking up mundane conversation. Whether or not she knew it, he enjoyed the talks because it was nice to talk to someone outside of his work, for once. So when he spotted her, he gave a small wave and made his way over to his usual spot; the last booth at the left side of the small cafe, in the corner where he could get a view of everything and everyone.
teefies