Record shop feels |VICTUURI AU|

Chapter 2: A Chance Encounter at the Diner

As the rays of sunlight crept through the almost translucent curtains, my eyes fluttered open once again to find myself in my messy bedroom. Thankfully, the TV was switched off this time, and I glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand to check the time. It read 7:30, meaning I had only half an hour to prepare for work.

The soft morning light bathed the room, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. As I looked around, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the chaos that surrounded me. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, empty soda cans were piled up on my nightstand, and books were scattered haphazardly on my desk. I knew I should clean up, but the thought of tackling the mess made me feel lethargic.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stood up, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath my bare feet. I shuffled over to the window and peered outside, taking in the sight of the quiet street below. The only sound was the chirping of birds and the distant hum of traffic.

With a deep breath, I turned away from the window and faced the reality of my situation. I had to start my shift at the diner in just half an hour, and I still had a lot to do. I quickly scanned my room, mentally ticking off the tasks I needed to complete. First, I had to get dressed, then brush my teeth, call Chris to remind him about the flat, tidy up my room, and finally head out to work.

Aware that time was ticking, I grabbed my clothes in a hurry and rushed to the bathroom. Before entering, I made sure to close my bedroom door, hoping that the mess wouldn't cause me any more distractions. With a sense of urgency, I quickly got dressed, made sure to brush my teeth and apply a light layer of mascara once again.

Once I was done, I headed to the house phone and dialed Chris's number. After a few rings, he answered the phone. "Hello?" he said, sounding slightly confused as to who could be calling him so early.

"It's me, Victor," I replied, hoping that my friend would recognize my voice. "Hey Chris, the flat visit went well yesterday, and I was hoping you'd go down to look at it today. I wish I could come with you, but I have work," I added, a hint of disappointment in my tone.

"Hey, Victor!" Chris exclaimed, sounding relieved that it was me on the other end of the line. "Of course, I remember. I was actually going to call you and tell you I'm about to leave the house right now to go see the place. I'll call you when you're done with work?"

"That would be great, Chris. Thanks," I said, feeling grateful for his offer. "Let me know what you think of it and if it's worth going for. Remember, we're going to be roommates, so we need to make sure it's a good fit for both of us."

"Absolutely, I'll keep that in mind," Chris replied, and we chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. I checked the time again and realized I had to hurry if I wanted to make it to work on time.

 I tidied up my room as best I could in the short amount of time I had left, then rushed out the door, grabbing a granola bar for breakfast on the go.

As I briskly walked towards the diner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous anticipation building up inside me. I knew how hectic the breakfast rush could get, and I mentally prepared myself to handle whatever the day threw at me.

The first hour of my shift at the diner was a chaotic blur of activity. As soon as I arrived, orders started pouring in from all directions, and I found myself scrambling to keep up. I grabbed my notepad and pen, and as the orders kept coming, I scribbled them down as fast as I could. The customers were hungry and impatient, and I couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

The diner was bustling with activity. The red bar chairs and checkered flooring gave the place a classic American western style, but it was the aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee that really set the tone. The air was thick with the sound of chatter and clattering dishes as waitresses bustled about, delivering orders to the customers.