#just-two-guys

{ just-two-guys }

         A set of three knocks, shortly followed my another; much harder this time. She couldn't go home. Not in this condition. Being out later than normal would already trigger enough questions from her parents and returning looking the way she did now wouldn't help anything. 

Rapunzel walked down the streets of New York City. She was admiring the tall buildings and different things when she didn't watch where she was going and ran right into someone.

❝Oh my goodness! I'm sorry. My fault are you okay?❞ she said.

John shifted his weight on the chair, he'd lost track of time he was good at that when he was trying to stay warm, and not get noticed and tossed out.  He'd come in earlier when the wind had picked up and had spent, how ever long he'd been here nursing the same cup of coffee all while writing in a ratty notebook, with a well abused pen.  He was probably going to need a new one soon, pen and notebook.  He wasn't even sure what he'd do with the notebook once he was done, he had little space in his bag that sat between his feet. He missed it getting dark, and missed the usual crowd slowly dispersing he didn't realize he was the only person in the coffee shop til the waitress cleared her throat.  He blinked looking up, darting his gaze about the empty store he quickly started putting his things away.  "Sorry, sorry I'll go,"  He said quickly shoving the notebook into his bag and slipping out onto the street before the woman could say anything.  He shivered pulling his coat closed ducking his head and hurrying down the street he was gonna need to find shelter and soon he rounded the corner and slammed into someone knocking backwards tripping over his feet and went down hard in the snow built up on the corner.