Unremarkable || Emma and Billie
@realbilliecooper
It was the kind of day where the rain came down like a mist more than in actual drops, drops that found a way to permeate your clothes and skin whether you had an umbrella or not. Normally on a day like this, Emma would stay hidden away under the lights of her apartment, but her coffee pot had broken and even at her worse she couldn’t tolerate the instant stuff. So off she meandered through the seeping cold wetness to the coffee shop. It took 3 large warm lattes to combat the way she felt like a drowned rat, her fingers finally warming up as she settled against her laptop to edit some photos. In a coffee shop in any other part of the world she’d never dare to work on erotic photos in public, but in Dayton there was little to fear. In fact her accompaniment was the sound of a couple making loud passionate love in the bathroom. They appeared to be taking a breather, quiet for the past five minutes but still resolutely locked inside. A factor she pointed out as someone moved into her periphery looking like they were headed to the door. “I’d use the bathroom in the record store next door if you really need one,” she offered. “That one has been occupied by a super loud pairing for the past twenty minutes.” On cue the sound of bare flesh banging against the door and lewd cries of “fuck harder, harder baby” start filtering out again. “You would think most of the establishments here would have one bathroom for fuckery and one for people who actually have to go to the damn bathroom.”
