Operation: Fall in Love Again

Good Morning to You, Too

Gwen Adams ran through the streets of Quantico like the maddest mad-women to ever stumble upon the streets of the city in Virginia. She had adjusted her alarm clock an hour earlier than the original time, misplaced her papers for work, lost a shoe, and finally after all the troubles she had gone through this morning, found herself running to the nearest coffee shop in her line of sight.

After running around the block for a good 15 minutes, give or take, she finally spotted one at the end of the street. "Coffee Cub", a big sign above the tiny café read. Although Gwen would not typically stop by just any café for a cup of coffee, she really had no choice.

It was 9:30, meaning that she was precisely an hour and thirty minutes late to work, and she really couldn't afford to run about half another mile until she finally reached Starbucks. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't. At least if she wanted to keep her job she couldn't.

Yanking the doors to the coffee shop open, Gwen stumbled through the doors and shuffled awkwardly over to the line at the front. She breathed heavily, looking to make sure that she hadn't dropped anything important while she ran, and sighed in relief as she found that everything that she needed was still there.

Placing all the folders that she had just picked out of her bag back inside, she took a glance at the menu before deciding on getting your tradition coffee with extra sugar to keep her awake for the day. After looking at the menu for a couple more minutes, Gwen began to look around the shop.

She noticed that the coffee shop had a very cute modern-day look, and took in the cute light yellow walls, antique sofas and chairs, and smooth round tables. The owner of the café did a good job at making the shop look comfy and relaxing. She was already beginning to feel at home.

As the line slowly began to move forward, she heard some people laugh and snicker behind her, and felt the piercing stares of others around her. She furrowed her eye brows in confusion, wondering if it was her they were laughing at or somebody else.

Gwen looked over to a girl who looked about 21 smirking at her. The girl pointed to her head, and Gwen looked at her in confusion before realizing what the girl was saying.

Reaching into the pocket of her bag, she took out her make up case and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Gwen immediately began to feel her cheeks burn. Her brown hair was tangled and all over the place with little fly aways sticking up and out of her head, and her bangs were most definitely out of place, not even on her forehead anymore.

As the line moved forward once more, she began to smooth and straighten out her messed up hair, moving her bangs back onto her forehead like they were this morning. Taking an elastic band she had put around her wrist this morning before she left, she tied her hair into a high pony tail before proceeding on fixing her somewhat smudged makeup.

When she looked descent enough and as close to a normal person as possible, she looked back at the girl and stuck her tongue out at her, earning her an over dramatic eye roll from the girl and her friends.

Although Gwen was a fully grown 28 year old woman with a job as a journalist and editor for a company called "Lives Daily", she still had an immature personality, bringing out her childish and sarcastically rude but humorous side.

Gwen snickered in response, moving up to the counter for it was her turn to make her long awaited order. Although she could still feel the eyes of people staring around her, she shrugged it off and said her order to the Barista, before stepping aside to let the other person make their order.

'Whatever' She said to herself, trying not to mind the dirty glares the girl and her friends were giving her from across the coffee shop. 'I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do'
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