#PutYourselfIntoADramaChallenge Pt. 2:That Cute Little Antique Shop Girl

Here's part two everyone! Enjoy!

Much love and keep dreaming,

Momo

The sun hid behind a thick layer of dense clouds this Friday morning. Staying in bed for a few minutes instead of getting up and writing was contrary to my daily routine. I thought about what happened yesterday and all that went on with that cute little antique shop girl and Kyo. I imagined them walking around a crowded city, looking for inspiration in the city lights and tall buildings. Marisa was wearing a black pea coat that was adorned with a big red bow in the back around her waist and grey leggings that lead to those same boots from yesterday. Kyo trotted next to her like a faithful dog and kept so close to her legs, that each time he swung his tail, it brushed them delicately. I guess all sleepers have to wake from their daydreaming state and start their day. Rushing to get ready to spend time watching the city for a quick minute and praying for a great day, I started up my daily cup of coffee. Since I was running a bit short on time, I poured the steaming hot coffee in a to-go cup and headed out for the road.

The weather today consisted of warm breezes and sunshine. It is very common to see everyone carrying around umbrellas due to the fact that this city has very unpredictable weather. I had kept the same black umbrella I had used since I was beginning elementary school. Back then, it was too big for me, so I convinced my mom then that I could hold it since I was a “big boy.” Because she couldn’t refuse my sweet offer, she allowed me to. It held memories of tiptoeing while walking so that I could cover her head with the umbrella or trying to protect her from crazed animal attacks. I always liked it when she laughed at my attempts to keep the umbrella steady and promised me that when I was taller than her, that I could always be the one to hold the umbrella for her. I miss my mother so much that everyday objects like this little black umbrella can't help but bring tears to my eyes when I hold that same familiar curved handle.

Entering into the crowded train station, I digged around in my pocket for my pass and in the corner of my eye, saw the cute little antique shop girl. I nearly tripped over my own feet, but caught myself and continued to walk behind her. She wore a bright red coat with a black bow in the back and slightly heeled shoes that sounded a little click each time she took a step. I couldn’t help but notice that she was going on the same route as me, and honestly, it made me happy. My heart started to beat faster as there was no other room but to stand by her. I quickly flashed a small grin as I passed by, but immediately regretted my decision because I began to stress that she would think I was weird. Standing next to her strangely reminded me of my mom. My mother by nature was a very shy person. She only spoke when spoken to, and hardly went out with her co-workers, but enjoyed staying at home. However, when you got a chance to have a word with her, it was almost mystical because she always seemed to know exactly what to say, while staying composed and collected. I don’t know what got me so worked up about simply standing by this girl, and I don’t know why I keep thinking about her, but there’s something more to her, and I want to know what. I know it sounds very cliche to say these things, but I feel as if my mother knew about her and wrote about this girl in hopes that I would meet her one day. Maybe I’m right, but should I approach her?