Story Time? I think yes.
It was twenty past midnight, streets nearly empty, with an eerie feeling attached. She was alone, all alone. Just sitting outside a pub twirling her fingers around each other as if they were dancing. The young lady had a fairly light, nearly medium brown colored hair. It was long with huge spirals of curls, with her bangs loose, drifting in front of her eyes, as if she were trying to hide them from curious strangers trying to peek at the thoughts that they might let escape. Almost as if she were keeping secrets. She stayed sitting on the ground until about quarter past four. At one point her bangs had shifted, exposing her excellent set of deep green eyes, like fields that could only be found after traveling deep through forests. Coincidentally, a foreign figure appeared at a fairly close range. The silhouette of the foreigner stood at their boundary, just a few feet across from the girl, leaning against a wall, some how still keeping great posture. You could tell that the figure must be a man. Without a doubt it had to be a man. They wore a hat that covered most of their face, but not even the popped collar of their jacket could hide the stubble that over took their chin.
To be continued at a later time.
I've got some chores that must be done.
