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Stanley sat at the small wooden table, his notebook open in front of him as he absentmindedly doodled. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he focused on the movement of his pencil, back and forth, back and forth. It was a quiet day for the artist, which was unusual. His girlfriend Mariella had not even sent him a message since she left for work in the early morning. Normally, she would send him a message wishing him a good day or expressing her love for him. Stanley couldn't help but feel a bit lonely without her texts.
He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the sweet and hot liquid as it warmed his insides. As he set the cup back down, he noticed someone enter the coffee shop. It was a man with light blue hair, a color Stanley had never seen on a man before. The man was dressed simply, but he looked good in his grey coat, yellow sweater, black pants, and shoes. His soft face was accentuated by a pair of thin-framed yellow glasses that sat in front of his warm brown eyes. Stanley found himself staring, fascinated by the man's unique appearance.
The blue-haired man ordered a coffee and sat in the opposite corner of the coffee shop, pulling out a small black leather notebook and beginning to write. Stanley continued to doodle in his own notebook, but his attention kept drifting towards the man with the blue hair. He sketched the shape of the man's hair, which was soft and fluffy, yet still somewhat messy. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run his fingers through it.
The man glanced up and caught Stanley's eye. They made eye contact for a brief moment, and Stanley felt a sense of comfort wash over him. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about the man's warm brown eyes that made him feel at ease.
As he sat there, lost in his own thoughts, Stanley's phone buzzed. It was a message from Mariella, explaining that she had a work emergency and would have to work overtime, possibly even until the next morning. Stanley sighed softly, feeling disappointed that he wouldn't get to see her today. He typed a quick reply and then decided it was time to leave.
As he gathered his belongings and paid for his coffee, Stanley glanced back at the blue-haired man. Something about him had sparked an idea in Stanley's mind, and he knew he had to get back to his studio and start painting. With a small twitch of his hand, he bid a silent goodbye to the man and then exited the coffee shop.