Primrose//Phan

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mute!Philip

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Dan hated rain.

London was wet most of the time. Dan hated that.

He pulled his hood down even further on his face. Grumbling about how his hair had curled and how soaking wet he was getting. He forgot to bring an umbrella and hated that he was only in a sweater.

He walked into a nearby cozy cafe, the lights were nice, dim and the chairs were big and comfy. It felt homey in here. He walked up to the counter to order something and he met bright green eyes and wild curly hair. "What can I get you?" He asked in a chipper voice with the most sweetest smile Dan had ever seen in his life.

"A simple hot mocha." The curly haired boy nodded and went to the back to fix it up. Dan looked around the rather spacious café and noticed how they left lineless pads with pens and pencils at the rear ends of the tables. He was itching to get his hands on them.

"Your mocha. Would you like anything else?" The boy asked and Dan looked back at him and shook his head "That will be 3.20.." Dan paid and thanked him. He took the cup and walked over to the booths with the big comfy chairs that made Dan's bum feel heavenly. He sipped at his drink and quickly took the pad and a pen. Beginning to sketch out a body.

He heard the rain from outside become strangely louder and he looked up as he felt a slight breeze.

His brown shiny eyes widened at the boy who walked in.

"Phil! Oh god you're drenched! Let me get you a towel." Dan heard the barista say. The boy who came in shivered and clutched his satchel. He was in a cute floral bomber jacket and underneath he wore a simple white shirt with black pants. His floral vans were wet and squeaking all over the oak floors. Dan's fingers twitched when he saw his soaking wet black hair.

The barista came back with a white fluffy hand towel, the raven haired boy who was named Phil dried his face off and ruffled his hair dry. He took off the jacket and Dan's breath hitched at how thin his shirt actually was.

The brunette looked away and drank his Mocha again. He started sketching again resisting the urge to look over at Phil.

Dan ended up ordering some cookies and Phil was at his own booth chewing on a sweet muffin with a hot chocolate. On the table sat an open laptop and he was giggling cutely with his feet wiggling under the table.

Dan called for a cab and left without trying to at least talk to the cute boy with black hair. But he didn't leave his mind at all for the rest of the day.