On Thin Ice

08.

Autumn Kingsley

"See you later Sil!" I wave him goodbye before putting the remainder of my books in my bag and draping it over my shoulder, making my way to the double glass doors and out of the bookstore.

As soon as I exit, I feel the cool, autumn breeze blow on my face gently ruffling my hair. I tuck the loose strands of my hair behind my ear and put my hood on.

Headlights, traffic lights, buildings, illuminated the dark city; the stars and moon were out too.

It was raining, not too much to get me soaked though (don't you dirty fucks). The sound of raindrops hitting the concrete floor and cars zooming past me was music for me. I forgot to bring my earbuds anyway.

It was currently 9 degrees outside; typical Calgary weather.

I've always liked the cold, autumn and winter have always been my favourite seasons. There was something about leaves turning into beautiful warm shades of red, orange and yellow, coffee and book stores, driving to the frozen lake late at night just to lay there and contemplate life.

I liked being alone, but I hated feeling alone. Sometimes I find my own presence quite comforting, but at other times I hate it.

I find myself making my way over to the café just across the bookstore I work at, or library, but you buy books from there so I'm guessing it's a bookstore?

My job consists of taking care of cash sales, reordering and restocking shelves with books, having to put up with some shitty customers, handling refunded items, and basically just a shit ton of organising.

I didn't hate my job; I actually quite like it.

I've always been into books and writing; music and art. I've found pretty much a load of things to do to keep me occupied.

I carefully push the door of the café open and step inside. Making my way over to the front counter and ordering an iced mocha latte, and yes considering the cold weather outside I'm having an iced drink.

Leaning against the counter, I wait patiently for my order.

I sigh looking around the café, treacherous, vivid green vines were neatly sprawled around the room, there were countless amounts of lush, vigour plants displayed on tables and on the counters, the place was lit up with a warm orange tint, giving the cafe a gratifying, pleasurable ambience.

Euphoria Café.

"Here's your order miss," the barista hands me a medium-sized cup and gives me a warm smile; she was beautiful, she had incredibly healthy, dark brown curls that fell gracefully past her shoulder, stopping a few inches away from her elbows, her eyes were a mesmerising shade of light brown that complimented her golden brown skin incredibly.

"Thank you," I say politely before grabbing the cup from her and making my way outside to sit on one of the tables outside the café.

I've always been confused with my sexuality, but I knew one thing for sure.

I'm definitely into women.

I take a sip of the latte, the cold beverage completely alleviating my entire body.

I reach into my pockets searching for my cigarettes and lighter; once I've found them I take one lighting it up before placing it into my mouth inhaling the addictive fume and then exhaling.