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The Coffee Shop

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It's already 5 in the morning, so I decide to turn off the stream and say goodbye to my viewers.

I sluggishly walk towards the bedroom and plop down on the bed.

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My eyes open while trying to adjust to the bright sun that's piercing through my window.

"I need coffee..." I say getting up and walking towards the door where I left my suitcase full of my clothes.

Looking through my suitcase I take out a pair of black jeans, a black undershirt, a leather jacket and a towel for after my shower.

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I get out of the shower and get dressed after drying myself off, then attach a few necklaces. While adding black eyeliner and mascara.

With the bag straps on my shoulders, I leave the apartment locking it from the outside.

I walk down the steps and quickly head outside into the coffee shop next door. It was the middle of winter so it was freezing.

I order a cup of coffee then patiently wait for it to be made.

"Careful, it's h-" I cut off the barista quickly grabbing the coffee off the counter, hearing her gasp and I walk over to the closest table.

After sitting down at the table, I set the coffee directly across from me then stare down at the palm of my hand, that is now a bright shade of red.

"Hey are you okay!? The coffee was really hot and you just grabbed it off the counter before I could say anything." One of the workers run up to me and say.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say calmly staring her in the eyes. Her eyes were a shade of grey, and she easily towered over me but most of her face was covered by a mask. I wanted to scream because of how bad it hurts but I didnt want to let it show.

She looks down towards my hand that rest on my thigh with my palm facing upwards.

"Uh... your hand says otherwise..." she states, crossing her arms.

I look down once again towards my palm to see the redness has turned from a brighter color of red to a dark color of red. But I manage to say a few more words.

"I'm fine."

"Well, even if you want to act tough I know that burn is hurting you far worse then you're letting it show. Before it gets worse I need you to come with me." She grabs onto my wrist gently pulling me onto my feet and into a small bathroom.

"There's not alot of space in here..." I say quietly almost a whisper, but she still hears me.

"It's a small shop it comes with a small bathroom." She let's out a small chuckle, then begins to run the water while putting my hand under it.

"Fuck, that hurts" I mumble under my breath.

"What was that?" She says still paying attention to my hand.

"Nothing."

"What did you say before?" She questions determined to know what I said.

"I said nothing." I say looking away to make sure I don't meet her gaze.

With that, I feel her place a finger under my chin using her thumb to lift my face upwards making me look directly into her eyes.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What did you say?"

I can feel my face heat up.

"I said that hurts" I then slap her hand away so it's no longer holding my head up to make me look at her.

"Okay I don't think it's that bad" I say taking my hand out of the water then splashing it in her face, while letting out a small chuckle.

I left her standing there as I walk out and head towards my table to sit down.

Taking tiny sips of coffee, I take my laptop out of my bag and begin to edit clips of my stream.

I look in my cup realizing it's empty and decide it's time for me to go. I stuff my laptop into my bag and put the cup in a garbage bin then walk out to explore the streets.

I aim to atleast find one grocery store  nearby before sunset. I haven't eaten anything yesterday and the only thing I had today was a coffee so I was in desperate need for a home cooked meal.

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