Writer's Block

Late Night

Finally. All done.

Gray stretched far back in his chair.
Being at a super high post was hard work, but it paid well so it was worth it.

Now free, his mind wandered to the beautiful lady he had seen at the part yesterday.
He dress elegant and her smile contagious.
Her personality bright like the sun.

She was the first person who had caught his attention.
Even though his eyes looked past and looked through everyone her presence was enough to snap them back to attention.

She could not be ignored.

Her memories brought back the memories or drinking and dancing.

Her pleasant perfume that had filled his lungs when she was near him.

Strangely, he missed it.

Misses the person he had just met yesterday.

She was balancing to him.

Her reckless, carefree streak balanced out his cautious, defensive side.

He wanted to meet her again.

He picked up his phone, which had been lying neglected on his desk for hours.

He looked at the time, then did a double take.

It was three in the morning.

He did a double take again.

Speak of the devil.

The woman who had occupied his mind so unforgivingly, had texted him two hours ago.

He replied, hoping she hadn't slept yet.

The reply was almost immediate.

Across the city, phones pinged and eager fingers went to work.

His smile grew as the conversation progressed.

He had just gotten himself a midnight (truthfully, it was more early morning at this point) movie session.

Thirty six minutes later, they both were comfortably nestled in her blankets watching a korean drama.

It was her choice.

Yet, he wasn't bored.

The drama was all right.

It was his company that was interesting.

The Sun started to peek through the curtains when they were only a few episodes in.

They gave up trying to watch the whole thing in one go.

By eight in the morning their snacks had run out, the drama was paused and forgotten.

Instead, they chose to lay in each other's arms and talk as their rubbed their sleepy eyes.

Hours later Gray woke up to her missing.

He got up trying to get his bearings.

What year is it?

He laughed at his own dramatics.

Stumbling out of the bedroom he made his way to the kitchen were he smelt delicious scents rising.

She stood there, hair tied up in a bun, apron around her waist, still in her night clothes as she maneuvered her way through pots and pans.

He sneaked up behind her and hugged her.

She let out a surprised tell than burst out laughing.

He nuzzled into her neck and took a deep breath.

"Hmm delicious."

He said, making her laugh again.
She pat him on the head and called him silly.

His sleepy smile grew wider.

He had come across a precious person, he was going to treat her right.

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Yellow!
This one was short!
Should I make it longer?
Inspired by Late Night by Loco and Gray.
I love it!
Love ya,