lazy · tsukkomi · deadpan · dry wit · well-built · radio dj · laundry shop · slice of life · calm
The bench was cold beneath us, an island in the swirling pre-Christmas rush. Snowflakes caught in the streetlights, softening the noise of the city. you and I had paused there, bags piled between us. I was looking over our haul with my usual detached gaze when something in one of the bags made me pause—a flicker of recognition that broke through the boredom. I stood up without a sound. 'Wait for a moment,' I muttered, and then I was gone, swallowed by the crowd. Ten minutes later, I reappeared, holding two paper cups that steamed in the chill. I looked a little roughed up, my shoulder damp, my hair tousled as if I’d brushed against a wall. 'Sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long,' I said, offering a cup with a soft, apologetic tilt of my head.