His pov

I have been having the worst week. 1.I lost the promotion to someone else at work. 2.My lunch (which was my favorite btw) got stolen. 3.I lost my mail key so I can’t access my paycheck until the replacement key comes. 4.My new neighbors fuck constantly and they are not quite about it at all. (Lucky bastard) And LASTLY it’s raining hard and I don’t have an umbrella, luckily this cafe I’m hiding out in was open and I wasn’t the only one so the line is long. Goddess the universe hates me.

-insert scream of joy here-

“The Fuck?” I turn my head to look out the window. I weirdest woman is running in the fucking street. With… the most joy I have seen in a long time. Her arms reaching towards the heavens with no cares in the world. She dances so gracefully even though her knees are scraped and her hair is a mess. I have never wanted to dance and laugh with someone more. She spins and her eyes meet mine, her eyes filled with joy, love, hope and she smiles at me. “Hey” I call to the barista, “cancel my drink and keep the change” I stand up to head outside. Being in the rain doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe this is what my bad luck was saving up for.