𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 - [𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐘.]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Plip, plip, plip...

The sound of rain's pitter-patter hitting against the windows would slowly tune up alongside the thunder strike that emanated through the fluffy gray clouds, the rain derived from the long, weak strips that made up the sky—representing the sea foam that washed ashore—turning into shades of light orange, blue and gray; dissimilar from its overpowering navy blue color.

An [H/C]-haired female would glance up from the table she was wiping down with a brightly colored rag, her eyes showing disinterest in the rain as she continued with the task. The soft humming that erupted from the hanging fluorescent lights of the Cafe shone down on her figure as she slaved away, wiping off dried-off coffee stains from the tables.

[Y/N] would stand up straight, releasing a small exasperated sigh once she noticed the table had been scrapped. Glancing down at her knuckles, and noticing the white color that stained her [S/T] skin caused her to loosen up the tight grip on the rag, making her roll her wrist around briefly at the sudden aching feeling. Her eyes looked at the emptiness of the Cafe, the absence of people aroused the feeling of loneliness to lurk in her being.

Her last coworker had left nearly 20 minutes ago, resulting in the [H/C]-haired female's engendered loneliness.

Or so she thought.