+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass

thelandbeyondtheglass:

It had been a long night, and Ryuu was mentally cursing himself for letting his boss work him so hard. He had class at nine, and he hadn’t left the club until the four. Now it was nearly five, and he was falling asleep on his feet.

That’s when he caught sight of a small coffee shop. It took little convincing for him to enter and buy something that would at least keep him awake for the rest of the trek home. It took him a few minutes to notice that there was someone else in the shop who was looking at him— though he couldn’t tell if the look they were giving him was good or bad. Instead of addressing the issue, the blond elected to sit down in a booth and see if it would resolve itself.

Late nights behind the computer. It happened now and then.
The Serbian male liked to waste his early morning or late night – however you like to call it - on Skype with his old friends.  Ever since the male moved it felt like his heart was empty. Not to lie, he loves the city here. But friendship was never found ever since he moved. A soft chuckle escaped from his face as his friends on the screen smiled brightly and blew him a kiss through the screen. A vision that made his heart sting a bit. Still, he kept his usual happy and smiling face and returned it before signing off. Milan stretched his back from side to side and decided sleep won’t be something for him right now. Perhaps a long walk and a little treat afterwards?

With that he made a walk in the city, enjoying the silence and calm at night. Well calms, if we look-over the few drunk people shouting and singing in the park. Milan just chuckled lightly. Remembering his little drunk adventures back then in the Balkans. A few steps and minutes later he spotted a coffee shop, open? It clearly was open which made his night. He entered the shop and directly ordered himself a large cup café late, along with some sweet’s. He turned around to walk to the sugar table and added some sugar and milk, giving his coffee a good stir. The spot he’ll be sitting was directly chosen, somewhere where he could see everything.

With that he sat down and looked around at people. Sometimes even stared, which was his bad habit. He stared at people even though it didn’t ment a thing. The enjoyment of looking at people was for him just too much fun. He always ended up building up stories about them or scenarios wherever they could go. Milan looked up to some male that entered the shop, as usual – he was staring. When he gets closer he earned a smile from the Serbian, to show he’s polite before he took a long sip of his coffee. “Up late?” He suddenly asked to the male with his slight foreign accent.