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I groan loudly as i hear my ear piercing alarm clock go off. I sit there for a good ten minutes with my pillow over my head trying to block out the sound and go to sleep again.

I finally pull my tattooed arm out from my pillow and hit my alarm clock making the noise stop.

I get up from my soft bed barley being able to see due to my bangs in my face. "Dammit!" I say as i walk into the dresser finally pulling my bangs from my eyes.

Picking up my IPhone i check the time my eyes widen at the sight. "Fuck!" I say realizing i have a small amount of time to get ready and get to work.

I run into the bathroom quickly brushing through my soft ginger hair.

I pull on a pair of black skinnies and my green shirt with the Starbucks label on it. I grab my keys and head out the door.
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I walk into Starbucks smelling the intoxicating smell of coffee and people standing in line anxiously waiting to order there over priced coffee

  Walking behind the counter i was thrown a dark green aprin and told to get to work.

As the hours pass person after person comes in and i take there order and make the coffee. My job isn't the most interesting thing in the world but at least its a job to keep my apartment.

  I keep my eyes on the plain clock that hangs on the wall just waiting for her to walk in i always imagine her being the shy type your such a stalker my mind tells me.

I look back to see the plain clock that has finally struck 12:00 my head turns to the door and i see her small figure walk in the door her long brown hair cascading down the front of her body ending at her small torso. Her outfit today is different her skin tight black jeans and black vans where the same but the oversized rainbow drug rug was new.

My eyes still stayed on her as she got closer to me. "Mocha capichino please?" her light  feminine voice asks me as im still in my daze.

"Ummm" i hear her voice again and realize that i haven't awnsered  her question. "Oh uh y-yea" i stutter out like an idiot then remembering i didnt tell her the price of her coffee. "Oh... oh! Yea um price that w-will be 3.25" i say to her with a nervous smile.

Handing me the money she goes to the seat she sits in everyday and waits for me to make her coffee.
 

After making the Mocha that she asked for i put the top on it sticking a green straw in her drink. "Mocha capichino" i say when she comes to get her drink. She lightly smiles at me as i hand her the receipt.

   Her small hand grips onto the pen as she perfectly signs her name. Handing me the pen and the receipt i print her a copy and give it to her. "Have a nice day" i say as she walks to sit back in the chair.

   Taking a few orders not knowing if i even gave the people there right drinks because my thought where clouded by the sight of her knees pulled to her chest as she writes in her little book and drinking her mocha.

   Looking back up at her i see her set down the book down on the table grabbing her phone bringing it to her ear. Soon after her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, her baby blue eyes became glossy and her lip quivered.

She quickly got up and ran out of Starbucks leaving her book behind.

The book. She left the book I've been dieing to read, dieing to know what could she be writing on the lined pages. I quickly remember her signing her name on the receipt.

Pulling out the receipt i un fold it reading her name.

Joi Shooltz