One Shop, Five Stories

Part Two: Exit to Enter.

I see the sign atop my favorite local coffee shop stating boldy: "Foggy Morning Coffeehouse."

I park my BMW on the curb and swiftly run in, the ding of the bell informing everyone of my presence. I browse the empty tables and tentatively choose one nudged right up against the window.

The place is a refuge to some, but always enjoyable for most. The beach-y decor really sets the tone; makes you feel comfortable. Whoever designed this used the perfect mixtures of color, the vivacious turquoises, bleached yellows and conceited blushes that pop on the dark, natural wood that fills up the house.

Three other parties are seated in this room of waiting, coffee smells, and pondering thoughts with me: a. The lone man with clean-cut hair and his apparel being a plain white tee and a pair of jeans, seated up close to the glass cabinet that holds all the bread and pastries, one of which is shy and hiding behind his computer; he's working sedulously on something on that laptop, which is covered by a white, see-through case. I can hear the sound of his keyboarding from across the room, but it soothes me in some inexplicable way. Next, b. The married man and woman, most likely newlyweds due the fact that their rings and shiny and bright, not one speck in the diamonds. And I just saw that ring in a catalog from somewhere. They're seated a couple tables down from my right, and they're just having what seems to be a casual chat, the lady seeming to be the more loquacious one as her husband continuously sips his hot beverage. And then exhibit c. A woman with long, bleach blonde hair and hazel eyes; her makeup is done naturally except for the gorgeous winged eyeliner landing right before the temple. She's on her phone, probably on social media, scrolling and scrolling. She seems to have ordered a slice of pound cake and sanguine iced tea, the colors contrasting so perfectly and so much I wouldn't have the least bit of shock if she's posted a snap of that already.

And then, there's me. My brown hair doing its natural wavy-when-wet/just-air-dried thing, a nautical striped halter top laying underneath the army jacket I wear to match my large (and practically oversized) purse. A slim, white and gold, triangular, pendant sits on my chest as that of a queen with all the pearls and jewels of her wanting. I wear leggings with my black and white [aka white girl] Nikes underneath. Just the bona fide Claire.

woah okay guys well I hope you enjoyed that quick little snippet! I promise there's going to be more coming soon, but I have multiple exams coming up that I really want to study for, therefore giving me less time to write.
Anyway I'm about to go to a new school and I applied for the Student Council and Yearbook... My student council interview was yesterday and my yearbook one is today. Wish me luck!
Anyway please feel free to give any constructive criticism or compliments they're all appreciated!

You're dismissed, one of a kind French fries!
-ryyyyyyy aka ry the fab👌