Ibrahim

Seattle in winter experiences rain storms constantly. The early morning one Thursday was no exception. Upon entering the coffee shop, the quiet ambiance of low-fi jazz is disrupted by the entrance of a young, tall man. His dark hair is dripping from the rain, and the grey suit he wears is damp at the shoulders and back. Patrons cast glances at him, likely caused by his unspeakable beauty featured in the sharp outlines of his face and the brightness of his silver eyes.