Kara P.O.V
My alarm clock beeped at a steady annoying sound, the snooze button no longer working from how many times I had slammed it in the morning. I rolled out of bed and threw on some random clothes that had been lying on the floor. I did the sniff test, just in case though. I somehow managed to make it into the kitchen and threw on my Jack Wills sweatshirt. I glanced at the clock and blearily rubbed my eyes, making sure I was seeing the time right. I was going to be late! I grabbed my guitar and ran out the door, sprinting so I might only be a couple minutes late.
By the time I made it to The Coffee Shop, where I worked, Cindy was standing at the front entrance, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently.
"Where have you been?" she asked, frowning.
"Sorry Cindy, my alarm clock is dysfunctional and didn't wake me up until about half and hour ago," I said grimacing and throwing on my apron so I could open up shop. Hurriedly I put my iPod on the dock and started a shuffle on my cafe playlist. Immediately Ed Sheeran came on and I danced a little to the music as I worked, cleaning out the machines and often making a cup of coffee for someone. There were already a couple people sitting around drinking their morning beverage and reading the newspaper. I sighed and went to work, cleaning the coffee machines and serving someone if they wanted a drink. The time passed quickly and I smiled when I heard the clock chime twelve and signal my lunch break I smiled and scrambled into the back room to record my ideas.
I loved working at The Coffee Shop for a couple different reasons. One, Cindy was really nice if you weren't late, and was usually pretty awesome whenever a sick day came up. Two, because this coffee shop was heaven to me, or for that matter any songwriter. To have people coming from all over, with their emotions written plainly across there face was as if I was being handed a platinum record that went worldwide in a matter of days. It was a jackpot. People can come into a coffee shop to relax and mull over a cup o' joe and sort through there problems, and if you can witness those emotions, it is songwriter heaven.
Once I had realized how much time had passed and that my lunch break was over, I finished up my shift for the day. By now it was about six in the afternoon.
"Karina," Cindy said after I closed up shop.
"Yeah?" I said not looking up from what I was doing.
"Karina, I am sorry, but I am going to have to let you go," Cindy said quietly.
I froze. Did she really mean it? Was I finally getting fired? I mean I had expected it sooner, everyone else always fired me within a month or two of hiring me. But not Cindy. I had lasted almost a whole eight months at The Coffee Shop and for once I thought I could maybe hold down this one job. "Ok Cindy. I will go gather my things," I said in a whisper, my eyes watering. I bit my lip, I was not going to cry. If I started crying, I couldn't stop and I knew this. Holding my head up high I picked up my guitar and held my apron for one last time, remembering the moments that happened in this place.
"Karina I am sorry-" Cindy started to say.
"I get it, budget cuts or something," I said cutting her off and exiting the building for the last time as an employee of The Coffee Shop.
I made it around the corner before I sank down on the wall and put my head in my hands. I had just lost another job, another chance of actually keeping my job and my promise to Thomas. "I'm so sorry Thomas, I will try harder next time, I really will,"
I stood up and started to make my way down the long street, just ambling anywhere, looking for another job. Hey, a girl's got to eat somehow right? I didn't see the huge mob of people running down the street and heading in my direction, I was so absorbed in my search. Nor did I hear their excited screams. I mean really, this is London. You expect crowds. The first wave of people hit me and knocked my backwards. I lost my balance for a minute and had to take a step backwards to steady myself, but I continued against the flow of people, trying desperately to make my way through the torrents of girls screaming like maniacs in excitement. Another huge wave of people came and knocked me back even farther, pushing me into the middle of the crowd, this time it was my turn to scream as someone knocked against me and I felt pain splinter through my left foot. My eyes watered, but I didn't cry.
