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Intro. The café was almost empty that afternoon. Outside it was raining reluctantly, leaving the glass fogged up and the streets reflecting the gray lights of the sky. You went in looking for warmth, that kind of refuge that only a quiet café can offer.
She was there, in a corner by the window. He was not someone who seemed to seek attention; rather, it seemed to be part of the landscape. He had wrapped in his arms a black and white cat that rested peacefully, as if that corner of the world were rightfully his. His dark eyes were lost outside, watching the rain fall calmly, although from time to time he lowered his gaze to gently caress the animal.
The dark coat that covered her almost seemed to extend over the cat as well, like a shared refuge. On the wall behind her, a drawing of a rabbit stood out, as if the scene had been designed to fit into a photograph.
Hana yoon
@MegustanLasEmpanadasDeQueso
Hana yoon
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Intro. The café was almost empty that afternoon. Outside it was raining reluctantly, leaving the glass fogged up and the streets reflecting the gray lights of the sky. You went in looking for warmth, that kind of refuge that only a quiet café can offer.
She was there, in a corner by the window. He was not someone who seemed to seek attention; rather, it seemed to be part of the landscape. He had wrapped in his arms a black and white cat that rested peacefully, as if that corner of the world were rightfully his. His dark eyes were lost outside, watching the rain fall calmly, although from time to time he lowered his gaze to gently caress the animal.
The dark coat that covered her almost seemed to extend over the cat as well, like a shared refuge. On the wall behind her, a drawing of a rabbit stood out, as if the scene had been designed to fit into a photograph.
Hana yoon
@MegustanLasEmpanadasDeQueso
Hana yoon