He needed a cup of hot chocolate. Badly.
The cold nipped at his uncovered nose, while the wind wisped around his ears and curled behind them, fluffing his already poofed up hair. The chocolate brown locks swayed with the wind and even stuck up in random areas due to some random outburst of wind. His scarf
lifted slightly at sudden winds but otherwise swayed gently or lay flat against the front of his body.
It had rained the day before and the few brown leaves that still hung from the trees were slick with water while the roots of trees suckled greedily on the water that thoroughly soaked the soil in the planters. He had a love hate relationship with this kind of weather. He loved the rain but hated the cold.
His walk was brisk and he headed straight towards the caffe, his thoughts overcome with the strange addiction to the warmth of the chocolatey liquid. He couldn’t stand tea or coffee, and especially the fuzziness of soda. Water was a bit too bland and lemonade was a little too sweet. Hot chocolate was perfect though. Not too sweet, not too bland, just perfect
-though, it had to be made his way. Exactly 7 marshmellows and the top had to be lathered with whipped cream. And, to top it off, a bit of caramel drizzled over the top. That, now that, was heaven.
His hand reached out once he was met with the barrier that was a glass door, and he placed his hand on the handle. Pulling it open, he allowed a woman -whom seemed much too busy- to pass by, nodding when she called a ‘Thank You!’ from the sidewalk.
As he stepped into the warm atmosphere of the cafe, he let out a soft sigh. Several people turned to look at him as the bell sounded, but soon went back to their conversations and drinks. He though, didn’t pay any attention to anybody else and headed straight for the counter.
The woman at the counter provided him with a gleaming smile as he ordered, in which he returned with a gentle nod of his head. His odd colored spherules glanced to her hands as she grabbed a cup from the mound and began to write his name.
“How do you spell it, sweetie?” She asked, her smile never seeming to drop as she stared adoringly at him.
He looked up from the counter, seemingly confused by her request, before his brain processed what she'd requested and answered her with: “K-A-I-R-A-V-I.”
The woman’s smile seemed to brighten as she wrote with sharpie on the cup before passing it behind her to another person.
Finally, after about seven minutes of waiting, he was able to grab his hot chocolate and sit down. Once seated, he was able to pulll a book out of his Satchel
in which he planted his nose and tuned out the rest of the world, only moving when he needed to change the page or take a sip of his hot chocolate.Why da fudge can't I write correctly??? >-<