SEND ME A ♬ AND A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-10 AND I’LL PUT MY ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND SKIP TO THAT NUMBER AND WRITE A STARTER WITH MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THAT SONG.
dice roll to determine song: (2) (AWWW THANK YOU!)
song: good life by one republic @nothavepowers 

Blaine wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting in the same spot in the cafe.  Or how long it’d been since he actually moved.  His mind was wandering off to a million different places.  That and the people milling about outside were very interesting to watch as they went by.  A noise and the appearance of a woman at the table he’d been hogging drew a pair of hazel eyes laced with thin veins of crimson–half lidded and twinkling away from his window watching. He blushed embarrassed that he didn’t tune into her sooner and nodded.  Then got the most puzzled look on his face.  Like she said something that just blew him away when it was his own inner voice that managed to.  Spouted out was the very topic at hand–to himself and now her.

“Sometimes there’s airplanes I can’t jump out.
Sometimes there’s bullshit that don’t work now.
We all got our stories but please tell me.
What there is to complain about?”

Shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug and he shook his head like he couldn’t even imagine how someone could be down on such a beautiful day–a beautiful life even.  Between the elbows he had cocked on the tabletop were the homemade plastic wrappers of the reason why he was being so damn philosophical to a perfect stranger. Their handmade labels boasting some “organic shop” from someplace in Greenwich Village.  The foodie apparently hit hippy gold today. Oops.