@ | chemistacy
The rain visits, occasionally.
Like a rude acquaintance, it barges in unexpectedly. And without
warning, it washes away any evidence that summer was even there.
Peter Parker marched forward, his boots sputtering through the mud.
He’s surrounded by the sound of bitter rain and the crunch of dead
leaves beneath wet dirt and gravel. He’s shivering like a stray puppy,
coldness cracking the defenses of his coat and invading his body.
Once he enters the diner, the warmth was a welcome relief that drove
the cold out of his body. He folds his umbrella closed,
scraping his boots
against the doormat before taking a step on a sky-blue tile, then white,
then red, and sky-blue once more.
He looks around, finding empty seats everywhere without a soul to house
the area, before eyes land on a head of GOLDEN HAIR behind a counter-top.
He blinks, eyes filtering to pale green hues as she notices him and stares
back, offering a warm smile.
❝ Hi, um
—
It’s just me.
Table for ONE? ❞
#[ RP | STARTER ] #[ V | TO BE DETERMINED ] #chemistacy #//it's almost 2am and this starter is trash ngl