The Architect

It was a rainy afternoon.
And a thin fog covered that silent, old city. The old, stone made bookstore, the smell of coffee from the cafe behind her, and the raindrops on the flower in the florist beside the cafe. She knew it was raining, but she left her apartment and stood there. Under the rain. With her old blue umbrella. She always stand there when it's 5 pm.
The black suited man, in a coat, also use an umbrella, suddenly appeared. A suitcase in another hand, and the sketch book in his arm. He just passed her by. Without looking.
She never see this man before, but she's not interested. And she enjoys the rain again.

It was a bright afternoon.
A sun almost set in the end of the road, the birds' chirp, and again, the smell of coffee from the cafe behind her. The afternoon sunshine shone in the flowers in florist. She was standing there, whistling the old song she loves. It is almost 5.30 pm, and she watched the sun began to fall down.
That black suited man from yesterdays, still holding a suitcase, and a sketch book. Again he just passed her by. Without looking. She's just curious. Not with that man. But with his sketchbook. And, she enjoys whistling her lovely old song again.

It was a cloudy afternoon.
She's back standing there, in front of coffee cafe, bookstore, and the florist. She's just standing there biting her sour, green apple she got from the florist girl.
That black suited man. And now he's walking and 'reading' his sketch book at the same time. Ignoring the woman who slowly stop her biting on apple. Just passed by, and again, disappear in the down of the road. She has decided. She will talk to him the next meeting.

It was a heavy rain stroke the afternoon.
She's now wearing raincoat, with a candy in her mouth. She can't smell the coffee's aroma, she just can smell the water.
He didn't pass through like the last days.
She waited until it was 6, and no, he didn't come.

It was a drizzling afternoon.
Again, in the front of cafe, she was standing. Feeling nervous for a reason. She found a sketch book. Lied on the ground, the place she stand every day, enjoying the afternoon. She took that sketch book, didn't have any courage to open it, just embraced it with her arms. And standing there. Not like the usual, she's standing quietly, without any move, protecting the sketch book from the tiny-little rain pouring in that bright afternoon.
A drizzle in the bright afternoon.
She waited the man with the black suit come to look over his sketch book.
It was 7 pm.
The drizzle has stopped. The lamps are turned on, the florist has closed, the bookstore become lonelier, but the cafe became more busy. Some lovely couples would like to have a cup or two, to accompany their romantic laughter.
She waited the man with the black suit, still hoping he would come to look over his sketch book.

It was the 6th afternoon since she found the sketch book.
He never come back.
This afternoon, she didn't go out. She was in her apartment, admiring the sketch drawn in the sketch book. She finally have courage to open it.
Buildings. A lot of building.
Parks. Bridges. Roads. Shops. Cafe. Florist. Bookstores.
She admired it, page by page, and come to the last page.
It was her.
With a note in the below page.
"You may not know me. But I know you. Let me show you the world you have left, an art of architecture. Follow your dream, you know what you want"
And she cried, the depressed architecture student, who left the college 3 months ago.







note:
I don't know much about architecture :p
Just wanna write, filling the spare time, and practicing English.
I wanna post the illustration! Wait =)
I'm not a good writer :p