Romantic story,I Am Lost in the Blue of Your Eyes

The megacity was breathing. Not loudly, not still — just a constant hum that sounded to run beneath everything. buses rolled through the wet thoroughfares, neon signs flitted in billabongs , and a thin mist hung low over the structures like the sky had n’t decided yet whether it wanted to rain again. Inside a small café put away between a bookstore and a florist, the air smelled like roasted coffee sap and fresh paper