Reyan had been surprised to notice that the patio had yet to be stored for the winter. Taking advantage of a rare rare sunny autumn day he had requested to be seated outside.
The patio had born many summers; the sunshades' color had faded and lichen furrowed the thin cracks between the paving blocks. It all complimented the pub's 'authentic' aesthetic.
His beer and meal had been brought outside while another patron had chosen a table close to his. Reyan had taken out a notepad and had started scribbling lyrics that had been on his mind since that morning. Chip dangling from the corner of his mouth, he scratched off a few words from the chorus and leaned back into his chair.
As he attempted to find another rhyme his eyes rested on the other patron. There was something about their posture that inspired him. Reyan could barely see their face, but their stance seemed to tell an entire story. He flipped to a different page on his notebook and started sketching the person sitting a few tables from him