by neko

A boy sits in the window of a downtown café at break, staring out onto the rain-soaked street. His long platinum hair is pinned up for work and his slender body attracts stares form men who do not recognize him

He sighs. For some reason, he had thought that today might be different than every other day.

As he turns to go back to the counter, the door opens with a jingle and two drenched boys enter. He pauses. He has never seen them before, yet he feels that he knows who they are. From the sketchbook cradled protectively to his chest, the asian one is an artist, and their conversation suggests that the redhead is his model.

When he brings their orders, he smiles and speaks with them, flirting. They ask him to sit down.

"Sure. I have a break coming up," he lies.

He doesn't care if he loses this job. He has a feeling that these two might lead to his future.