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A Pink & Hazel Winter
Pink.
He steps in.
A soft jingle escorts cold December air
As it rushes from behind and ruffles his pink hair.
He inhales deeply.
Aromas sing, dance, and masquerade
In a juxtapositionally bitter-sweet serenade.
He observes keenly.
Here and there, they all sit the same
The regulars whom he doesn’t know by name.
He smiles slightly.
A strange sense of companionship enters
Only among these familiar strangers.
He orders softly.
Hazel.
The other boy nods too quick and blushes too red
His hazel locks shift in his stead.
The flustered boy hopes the other won’t take notice
As he panics a little and singles a cardboard chalice.
Pink watches Hazel intently
As the younger boy flits to and fro, briskly awork.
The latter's order is seasoned to his fingertips:
Some of this, some of that; just the usual works.
Hazel caps the lid and hands it over
Pink takes it gently, his heart aflutter.
The textured cup is close to his chest
Warm to the touch, it comforts him best.
Pink turns to leave
But looks back,
He blushes.
Hazel is staring back with an equally flushed complexion.
With a smile on his lips,
Pink steps out.