Sparrows flew overhead twirling and flying around each other. I'm surprised birds are still here. Today is October 3rd a perfect fall day. Not too hot not too cold. The oak and maple trees are speckled with crimson reds, pear yellows, and sunset oranges.
As I walked along the soil trail all that was herd was the distant bird's song and the crunching of leaves under my thick leather boots.
Finally after a bit of walking I reached my baby blue beach cruiser. Each morning I venture out into the woods near my apartment I live alone. Well except for Calcifer the rag-doll cat.
I gaze up at the sky. It is always so beautiful in the mornings looking as if an artist dragged their brush across the sky in hope that others could see his magnificent work. With those timid thoughts on my mind I hop on my bike and pedal away from the trail head.
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Calcifer awaits me with a hungry meow as I enter my apartment. Slowly I lift up his food bowl that he had pushed with his nose towards my toes.
"Here's your breakfast silly kitty." I whispered placing the now full bowl in front of the cat.
"Now.... Time for work."
I sauntered out of the redwood floored kitchen and into my simplified all white room. My work uniform was right where I left it sitting on my king sized bed. I began to dress in the uniform which consisted of a blue button up and a white skirt and my grey apron which remained at work. I threw my raven black hair into a twisty bun on top of my head.
Grabbing my purse I headed out the door ready to take on the day at The Bear Bean Café.
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"Azalea, can you take these to table seven?" my co-worker Josh questioned. I nodded and grabbed the tray holding 3 cups of coffee. 3 teenage girls who sat on their phones.
"Here you g-go." I stuttered. The blonde one from the bunch stared at me as I set the mugs down on the wooden table.
"Having trouble talking?" blondey mocked. I shrugged while she laughed. As quick as possible I left them be and went back to the cashier table.
The Bear Bean Cafe was popular in Seattle, Washington. The cafe was located on the edge of the city, but the area was still highly populated, gaining much attention. I admired the cafe very much and visited it often before the manger Kirsten offered me a job there. I was often found there in the corner where the bookshelves were, sipping a cup of peach tea. I found serenity in the small friendly cafe.
"Azalea! Can you fill up the coffee maker?" I heard a stern yet settle voice ask. I said nothing I only sauntered to the coffee machine and unclipped the bag of coffee beans. As I poured in the beans my eyes wondered around the cafe. I had a hobby of examining the diverse people that entered the coffee shop. Of course there were the regular customers, but there were also the tourists and out of towners. There was one person who was a regular in the shop that I often had my eyes on. Always ordered the same thing and always had a book in front of his face, but behind that book was fluffy ear length dark hazelnut brown hair, icy blue eyes hidden under bushy eyebrows and long luscious lashes. His skin was pale and on his neck was a tattoo, one in a language I did not understand, I believed was Latin. He looked unapproachable and frankly I was quite scared of him, but there was something about him that made me interested in him more than others. He was always so kind to me and often attempted small talk, though I shut him off instantly. He was here today, in his normal spot drinking his normal order of black coffee with a hint of cinnamon.
"Azalea! Don't over fill the coffee machine you imbecile!" I flinched at the sound of my co worker Harry boom. I then realized the beans I was pouring into the coffee machine were overflowing and falling on the floor. I stopped and set the bag down. Harry marched up to me as I was about to pick the beans from the floor. The man snatched me by the wrist and flung me around to face him. I studied his features, like I did with everyone. His face was well put together with hazel eyes and bronzed skin, his blonde hair spilling over his bright orbs. His mouth always remained in a hard line and he always seemed furious. I felt the painful pressure Harry was putting upon my wrist, though I didn't care.
