The sound of cars honking and beeping, a soft natural sunlight shining through the cream colored curtains, the loud, harsh beep of Josh's alarm clock.
Josh opens his eyes to sunlight lighting up the white-painted room.
He lets an infectious smile cross his face as he rises from the bed and looks at his tattoo and around the room.
Joshua springs up from the bed and throws on a maroon sweater and black skinny jeans. He opts for Adias Superstars today over Converse, and messes with his stark blonde hair in the mirror.
Stuffing his backpack with his camera bag, Macbook, chargers, wallet, etc., Josh places his wire-framed glasses on his face and practically runs out the door.
"Goodness..." Josh mumbles, unlocking his flats door again. He forgot his camera and phone.
Picking up the chargers to the iPhone 7 and the Canon Rebel, as well as the devices themselves, he goes out the door and locks it yet again.
Minutes later, he's on the streets, capturing a picture of Big Ben towering over the city.
He walks for a few more blocks, tuning in to only what's in front of him and The 1975 playing through his earbuds.
Joshua slips into a Starbucks, and soon finds himself waiting in line, reciting what he will say to the cashier over and over and over again in his head. He picks his cuticle in a state of anxiety, and as he steps up to the barista he feels it start to bleed a bit.
"Morning! How may I help you?"
"J-Just one medium chai latte please."
"No problem! That'll be €3.50!"
Josh turns the corners of his mouth up a tad and hands the woman the proper amount of money.
As Josh waits for his latte to be made, he sits at the window, using his Macbook to upload the many pictures from the cameras SD card onto the computer to create space for more pictures.
"One chai latte for Joshua?" The barista calls out.
Josh gets out of his seat and walks up to the counter, picking up his drink.
Later on, Josh walks the streets of London. He crosses the street just as a small, furry blur whizzes past.
Josh turns around to see a small kitten running into traffic. A few cars start to pull forward, about to hit the small thing that cowers in fear. Josh runs up to it, ignoring the honks of cars, and carefully picks it up in his arms. The poor thing is mewing loudly, probably scared out of its mind. Josh steps aside to the sidewalk, letting the cars go.
"It's alright little one." Josh whispers, cooing to the grey furred kitten like a baby. It's wide blue eyes look up at him in thanks.
But something ran along with the cat. A girl.
The first thing Josh notices about her is her eyes. They're the color of summer grass in Ohio. Her hair is shoulder length, a beautiful honey blonde. Freckles are splattered across her face, and she has some nice curves. A nice contrast to the stick thin girls he's previously seen in the city. Her eyelashes are long, and her cheeks are flushed just a bit from running. Turtleshell glasses adorn her face. Her nose is small and cute, almost like a sewing button. A septum piercing adds the perfect amount of sparkle, and he notices a small tattoo of a semi-colon on her ankle. She's short. Probably about 4'11. Quite a contrast to my 5'11 self.
Her black skinny jeans, Adidas, and The 1975 pink muscle tee seem to compliment her perfectly. She smiles at me, and I notice her eyes crinkle up at the corners the same way mine do.
"Thank you for saving the cat! I'm afraid this is not the first time little Juno escaped." The girl says smiling. She has the classic, cute British accent. Adorable.
"N-No problem. Is she yours?" I ask.
"Oh no. My landlord won't let pets into the flat. Says they annoy the renters below. Quite odd though seeing as my neighbor has a parakeet. Damn thing keeps me up half the night. I volunteer at the shelter across the street." She says, pointing to an animal shelter labeled "Paws and Claws".
"I'm Joshua. Joshua Dun." I say, shaking her hand and smiling. I give her back the cat and she places her into a small crate that she ran along with.
"What a nice name Joshua. I'm Abigail Bedford. I'm 25, and I work as a writer for Elle." Abigail says smiling.
"My sisters name is Abigail. I'm 25 too. I'm a photographer." I say grinning.
"How nice! I suspect you're not from around here? I moved to London about 2 years ago or so? Grew up in Glasgow."
"No, I'm from America. Ohio to be exact. I'm staying here for 6 months. Trying to get my career up."
"Thats great! Where are you staying?"
I point to the apartment complex just a few blocks up the street. Her face lits up.
"That's where I live!"
"That's great!"
The conversation falls dead for a second.
"I love your shirt. They're one of my favorite bands." I say, referring to The 1975.
"I know right! They're so good!"
She smiles before taking out her phone.
"Shoot! I'm gonna be late!" Abigail practically shouts, her eyes widening at the sight of the time on her phone.
I smile as she puts down the crate and shoots her boss a text.
She looks up at me and smiles.
"May I have your digits?" She asks.
"Huh?"
"Your number, silly." She laughs. I blush pink.
"Yeah sure." I say smiling. We exchange numbers and she hugs me goodbye.
"See you around Joshua!" Abigail says, walking back to the shelter.
"Bye Abigail." I say smiling as I watch her return the cat.
Take out the camera.
Snap a photo of the beauty as she boards the trolley.
I wave to her on the trolley, grinning for the first time in awhile. She waves back smiling.
Happy.
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snapshot •josh dun
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