The inspiration to write this little drabble came to me when a friend of mine mentioned something about standing in the rain as we waited for our ride home.
Rain flooded from the skies with a melodic stomp. A figure stood in the middle of the square; quite still, quite alone, and very much deep in thought. It was mid-afternoon, yet the typical English weather had turned the usually bright college campus into a dull and dreary location. The occasional student passed by, late for their class and none bothered to spare the figure a second glance. That is, none bothered until --
"Tea or coffee?" the man asked, propping open an umbrella in the garish shade of orange.
There was a snort, either of derision or amusement, the man could not tell. "I'm more of a hot chocolate kind of person, myself."
"Is that a yes?"
The man smiled despite himself. "Ah, yes. Terribly sorry about that."