Monday mornings usually mark the blissful start to a new week today but today has acted in such a typical Monday morning. Jori just about didn't get a lick of sleep and was up every hour on the hour which means I was too.
The lack of slumber is evident on both our faces resulting in a cranky Jori as well as a sluggish Saffron. I feel like a walking corpse with looming dark bags and a slow pace.
I almost considered calling out of work as it took all the energy in my being just to get up and get dressed but I remembered I have the first part of the project to turn in to Mr Jackson today, yay me.
All day Sunday, Jori was bed written with a spiking fever that we finally were able to break towards the night time. Today my grandparents so graciously decided to come over and watch the little sickling as her fever would still be too high for her to attend daycare today
Through it all, caramel eyes seemed to haunt me whenever I closed my eyes. Everywhere I went and all my thoughts, he was looming in the back of my mind and it's had me on edge ever since.
Do I like this man?
Like is a far stretch but he's definitely attractive. His only hindrance that I've seen so far is his cocky attitude and he walks as if he's some type of god.
The man has made money his complete personality and while that will woo some women straight out there panties, I find it to be a complete turn off. Money can do a lot, money can be blinding but a person can only have so many material items before they start to crave more personable attributes that money cannot buy.
Getting into my car was task in itself and I know I'll be arriving on a button but coffee is calling my name. The coffee shop isn't as busy as usual and I take this as God giving me a win for the day and so I do not arrive to work late. "Thank you Lord."
Norah has a bright smile as always, gracing her face as she moves about behind the coffee shop. Yet when her eyes land on mine she freezes.
"Uh-goodmorning Saffron. I'm sorry but are you okay?"
"I look that bad?" Norah's face turns a bright red and she slaps a hand over her face.
"No, no no no! I didn't mean it—" As realization hits I begin to laugh and see her nerves drastically fall.
"I didn't take it as such. I know I don't look like my normal self, but kids will do that to you." Norah nervously laughs and reaches for a cup.
"Your drink is on me, you want anything else?"
"Large black americano." Her eyes instantly snap towards me, knowing whose drink that I'm asking for.
"Oh? Is this becoming a thing now?" She suspiciously eyes me and shoots her tongue across her teeth in a suggestive manner but I know she wants all the details.
"No, not at all. He's working with the company I'm at and we have a meeting early this morning. I'm just returning the favor is all." Norah's eyes roll to the side but a smirk graces her face as she scribbles letter on a cup and sets it to the side.
Patrons enter and exit the quaint cafe, waiting for their morning cup of coffee while typing away on their devices. It's a serene atmosphere one I never would have seen myself in only a few years ago yet I feel content about where I am in life.
The bell chimes signaling a customer coming or going but this time, my stomach begins to flip and that gut feeling from the other day returns. If this didnt occur the other day I wouldn't have known what the reasoning behind my stomach dropping could be, but Cyrus normally frequents the shop the same time as I do leading me to inconspicuously glance over my shoulder and see him walking up to the counter.
