His Possession

01

I'm late.

I'mlateI'mlateI'mlateI'mlate.

What are you late for Nora?

My first day at my new job.

Dead leaves crunch under my yellow flats, my plaid grey pencil skirt only allowing my legs to move so fast.

At least it's not raining.

Which is a miracle considering that I live in Seattle. I walk everywhere, so normally me and rain are a pair of best friends. I love the rain, I choose to walk in it. But today, today...

I'm extremely grateful for the relationship that I've built with the weather over the years, because this morning it's doing me a huge favor by not participating in it's normal rainy behavior.

I rush into the cafe, where my job is not, hearing the bell jingle as I run through the door.

Nora! Go to the job you're actively being late for!

IknowIknowIknow.

I will.

But trust me, my day would be worse off if I didn't stop here first. I need my fix. What can I say? I'm an addict.

"Nora!" the barista, Jenny, smiles as I rush my way to the counter. She instantly starts to make my order.

"Hi Jenny!" I smile, brushing the curly dark brown strands of hair out of my face. While the rain held off and it's very sunny outside, the wind has been blowing my hair around like crazy.

"You're later than normal, I was starting to think I wouldn't see you this morning" Jenny looks at me like I've gone crazy.

Yeah cause that never happens.

This is year six of me being a consecutive customer. I haven't missed a day, and I'm only twenty two.

"No no, I'm here" I push my black rimmed glasses up my nose. "But I should probably get a coffee too, along with my regular order"

"A coffee?" Jennys eyes go wide. "Are you feeling okay?"

Yeah I hate coffee. Gross yucky stuff. I don't like it.

But secretaries drink coffee, so it feels fitting. For this one morning at least. Maybe I can give it to someone in the office. Make a friend. 

That's if I'm not fired for being late first.

"I'm fine" I nod. "And also in a hurry"

"What kind of coffee?" Jenny grabs a cup.

"Whatever you wanna make" I say quickly.

She starts doing stuff behind the counter, pumping different things into the cup, none of which look like coffee.

"Here's your normal order" Jenny slides the wrapped goodie over the counter before continuing to make the coffee.

Yes.

Yesyesyesyesyes.

The most delicious thing the world has to offer. 

My drug.

My addiction.

A slice of pumpkin bread.

I greedily grab my slice of heaven and begin to make a beeline for the door.

"Nora your coffee!" Jenny yells.

Oh right, I forgot.

I run back to the counter and grab the coffee from her. "Thankyousomuch!"