rainy days are for snails

Sophia would smile at me and pay for our drinks and then leave to go home as she walked in the pouring rain on her way home. I would watch her leave while I stood up and noticed she left her red journal, "hm.. Looks like she left her journal. I wonder if I could catch up to her.."

I would pick up her journal and run quickly to the door of the café to try and catch up to her but when I reached the door I couldn't see her, maybe I could just text her and then bring it to her or better, yet she could come over to my house and get it! Yeah, that would be great we could sit in my apartment for a coffee and talk, before I knew it I was walking home carrying my umbrella over my head while carrying that red journal in my hand.

Hopefully ill get to see her again, I can already imagine smelling her sweet hair, I bet it smells like honey and lavender.. Yea.. I bet it does, doesn't it? Only she could smell the best.

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