Patrick shoved his hands into the pockets of his gray pea coat, trying to escape the blistering Chicago wind. He didn’t know why he was up at 7 a.m. or why he enjoyed walking downtown at this hour, there was something about watching the city come to life that intrigued him. His head swiveled left and right, watching the people amble about the streets. Their lives had routine; they woke up in the same bed, in the same city, and many next to the same person, everyday. Patrick never regretted his career choice, he loved playing hockey, it was one of the few things he was passionate about, but he would kill for some kind of routine. Something to come home to every night or after a long road trip; something to call his own. He would especially like that something to be a someone , if he was going to be honest with himself. It wasn’t like Patrick hadn’t tried to find someone, he had; numerous times. But every girl he had met was either lacking something or was only after his money. It seemed like everyone around him was settling down but him; not like he wanted that house in the suburbs yet but a girlfriend would be nice… hell it didn’t even have to be as a girlfriend, just a friend. Someone to pass the time with, who he knew wasn’t a gold digger or was looking for fame. But so far every girl was a dud, only good for one night then tossed aside in the morning like a sweaty t-shirt. The more Patrick watched the people of Chicago the more distracted he got by his thoughts, the more he thought the less he paid attention to where he was walking. Patrick was so engrossed by everything going on around him; he barely noticed the body that met his own.

Chicago was her border to hop, her safe haven. She was an immigrant, fresh and new. The sights, the sounds of the city, it all amazed her. Big cities seemed to always amaze her; she lived in New York City while going to school, the big apple inspired her in every way possible. But four years and one bad relationship later, New York City felt more like a prison than a place of liberation. Kaya felt trapped not only by her failed relationship but by everything that relationship turned her into. When she was offered a job in Chicago, Kaya jumped at the chance to get out. Kaya left New York almost two years ago and she never looked back. She was glad that she took that chance, she couldn’t have been happier with her job. It kept her busy and up until all hours of the night but Kaya couldn’t get enough of it.

Looking down at her iPhone, Kaya crossed the busy street, trying to make a beeline for the nearest Starbucks. Her heels clacked against the snow covered sidewalk, as she quickly sent off a text message to her friend. When she was done, Kaya looked up facing the flow of people walking her way but it wasn’t fast enough because before she knew it she was heading face first into the chest of a stranger.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” Patrick said quickly, grabbing the shoulders of the body to steady them from the jostle. He was a bit shocked when the shoulders he felt beneath his palms were small and delicate.

Notes

Originally posted on Mibba :)
It was on haitus for a bit, however if I get good feedback i'll start it up again
-Electra