The storm loomed in the darkness, blocking the light of the full moon. Hovering over the small Italian town like a bad omen.
A small square building stood by the side of a long, rural dirt road, now transformed into mud by the relentless rain. The walls of the building displayed its age with chipped beige paint and old stucco.
A warm orange glow illuminated from the two large glass windows on the front of the building, piercing through the pitch-black night. Blaring music seeped through the cracks but was quickly drowned out by the thunder. Above the long, narrow glass door, large cursive red letters proclaimed: "Un caffè, per favore."
Two girls danced around in the middle of the cafe, engulfed in their girly pop music. One with twists of curly blonde hair that touched the tips of her shoulders and the other with long black hair that flowed down to her waist. The blonde had freshly tanned skin with a beautiful undertone of olive and a thicker frame. The black haired girl had skin as pale as a ghost and a fairly skinny frame with a lower belly pouch that stuck out of her black leggings.
The blonde held onto a broom that she swiftly moved around the brown and beige checkered floor as she swayed her hips. Her slight muffin top hanging over the waist band of her low rise jeans but she wore it proudly. The other girl covered her black tank top and leggings with an apron that was tightly tied around her waist and splashed with white baking powder.
"You know something, Franny" the blonde said, sweeping her dirt into a neat pile.
"What?" Franny answered, wiping down the bar like countertop as she chewed on a Twizzler.
"I think I could've been just like Sabrina Carpenter in another life" the blonde confidently stated.
Franny snorted a laugh as she climbed onto of the stools scrubbing an old dried up stain of jelly.
"And why is that?" she asked.
"Well, we're both blonde, have amazing bodies and are clever as hell" she said, starting on another dust pile.
"Beth, you hate writing. You certainly wouldn't have the patience for perfectly crafting songs" Franny said.
"Yes, I would!" Beth defended. "Writing songs is fun and not boring like reading books," she said, bouncing to the rhythm as the song picked up.
"Writing songs is basically like writing short stories with a hook" Franny said.
"But much more fun, I know" Beth replied.
The rain pounded on the roof as the wind whipped against the windows. Franny turned her head to look at the nasty storm, wishing they could've closed earlier.
"God, it's gonna suck driving home in this" Beth groaned, peering out the window herself.
"At least it's only ten minutes and it's not like anyone will be on the road" Franny shrugged.
She knew the girls could finish their cleaning duties in just another thirty minutes. They had already stayed open fairly late due to some laggers that seems to purposefully take forever to finish their last scones. She still found it odd the way Italian culture allowed for tables to sit and chat for hours during their meals. Despite just being a small cafe, their guests did not mind spending long periods of time eating. Though she was grateful for the customers.
The girls continued to work, Beth making sure to sweep up every grain of dirt as she already knew Franny would feel compelled to finish the job if she didn't do it properly. Franny scrubbed every millimeter of the countertops, wanting to walk into a fresh cafe tomorrow morning.
Suddenly, Beth felt the urge to look out the dark window into the night. She craned her head to the side looking through the glass.
"There is someone coming to the door..." Beth said, stopping mid sweep.
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Gus's Possession
Mistério / SuspenseFrancine Greene is your average girl. Average face, average body and a fairly average life. She lives in a small quaint town in Italy, going to college and running an old cafe with her best friend. All is well until one night two strangers with guns...
