Gulping an Iced Coffee Saga:
  Black Rainy Wednesday
In a gloomy atmosphere, amidst the sea of familiar faces, I was searching for a few people, then as if it had to happen, out of nowhere the face I cant seem to resist appeared towards me in his black hoodie and he passed like flash of lighting, too fast but too blinding to miss with his usual head-turning entrance and just like every encounter, I had step back to the sideline.
   
Thursday Umbrella news

As the dark sky continued to eradicate it’s wrath, we remained under the seemingly stable shed to wait for it to calm down. Just as random people marched to seek for shelter, I noticed a luggage that once in a while signals me to smile and almost expectedly the figure that carried it appeared. He didn’t seem to be part of the crowd, he seemed to just belong in his own universe. With his gaze only reserved forward and never to glance sideways, I lingered wearing my invisible soul. A few moments of both physical and soul-absence passed, a rumor weed appeared beside me and preached an information that made my consciousness erratic. The moments I was in bliss are only counted by seconds for I  grasp that nothing altered for my sake.