between us (a wenda x gray story)/ a rewrite

The world was too bright, too loud, too everything for Gray. He sat hunched in the corner booth of the coffee shop, a sanctuary of sorts, though even here the sun seemed to mock him through the windows. The bitter coffee in his hand mirrored the taste of his existence: harsh, cold, and never quite right.
Every day was the same. Wake up, endure, retreat. A cycle of numb endurance. He welcomed the burn of the coffee, a fleeting sensation that pierced through the constant dull ache of his life.
Then, the door crashed open, a jarring sound that made him flinch. A loud voice followed, slicing through the mundane hum of the morning.
"GOOD MORNING PEOPLE!"
Gray's eyes flickered up, just long enough to catch the blinding grin of Wenda from across the room. Of course, it was her—the always-too-loud, too-happy, too-everything Wenda. She was like a ray of sunlight in his gray world, and right now, the last thing Gray wanted was sunlight.
