Killer Converse For An Idle Hour

Here's something I started when I was killing some time at a bakery. I don't know if I'll take the story anywhere, but it was a fun character sketch. :)

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The first thing she noticed about him was his surprising choice of footwear. Converse were not often seen in this town of professionals, and his choice of rainbow splattered print was daring, to say the least. He was sitting on a ledge downtown, watching the suit-clad businessmen walk purposefully to and fro, a contented and easy smile playing on his lips. There was something youthful about him, as if she was witnessing a slightly grown, but no less mischievous version of Peter Pan. He had a sandwich in his hand and a habit of suddenly looking at it in surprise, as if he’d forgotten he was in the middle of his lunch before he became lazily engrossed in watching people pass by.

She observed him from a distance, intrigued by this colorful stranger, wondering where he’d come from; he was obviously new to the east coast. What might his purpose be? It was then that she noticed he was listening to music. Everyone noticed. He was suddenly singing at the top of his lungs, head back, eyes closed, as if this was the most important moment of his life and it required vocal prowess.

This display of social affront, combined with the colorful converse, made her wonder if his brain was fully developed. She dismissed the idea after watching a short while longer as he checked his watch, dismounted the ledge in a quickly agile jump, and sauntered down the road and around the corner. She smiled as she watched the stranger go.