Coffee in the Morning

Chapter 1

Lauren liked to think of herself as a risk taker. In all reality, she was not. She liked to stick to routines, and needed structure in her life to feel in control. She was a writer, the epitome of a control freak. She loved to be able to twist and bend her words, manipluate characters, and decide every aspect of her stories. For she was the creator, and whatever she wanted to happen would happen. The fantasy world was Lauren's strong suit.

The real world, however, not so much. Here she is, currently standing in front of a run down diner because she was told she needed to "get out more." Doesn't Normani know that there are people outside and people carry diseases and horrible intentions? Lauren would much rather stay inside the comfort of her own apartment, where at least she knows it's safe. But she was sick of Normani's constant bickering, and maybe this would get her off of her back for a while. Plus she really is hungry, so it's a win-win.

Lauren takes a deep breath and reaches for the handle of the diner's door, mumbling "I'm doing this for you Mani," before entering.

It's suprisingly clean inside, not at all matching the decrepit outer walls. Lauren likes that. Lauren likes clean.

The bright red cushions of the diner's booths attracts her eyes as well as the delicate set-up of fresh flowers on each table. Lauren briefly thinks she could write about it.

There's only one other customer besides her, which she discovers when the clearing of a throat brings her back to reality.

"You don't have to wait to be seated, sweet cheeks." The snide voice belonged to a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was smirking at her. What a fucking douche.

Lauren rolls her eyes, deciding to ignore the bait and takes a seat at the booth closest to the door, in front of the window.

Lauren wonders why the diner is so dead, and if it's always that way. How do they keep it up and running, if that was the case? Maybe it's because it's 7 AM on a Friday, Lauren thinks. Not everyone is an early riser such as herself.

Lauren's stomach grumbles loudly and she curses her luck. She hopes the mayor of ass-town over there didn't hear it.

Does she want pancakes or waffles, maybe both? Lauren is broken out of her thoughts when she hears a clatter of noise coming from behind the counter.

"Shit, sorry! I dropped your spoon. Let me just get another one, I'll be right back." Lauren catches a glimpse of tan legs and extremely wavy brown hair before the person disappears again. She chuckles to herself. Clumsy waitress, check.

The woman reappears seconds later, bulleting through the kitchen door and over to the other side of the diner, giving smirky-smirk face his food. Biscuits and gravy. Not a bad choice, for an asshole.

The man smiles and thanks her for the food, probably throwing in a sly comment by the way Lauren sees the waitress shift uncomfortably on the spot.

Quickly, the waitress dismisses herself from the man's advances. Lauren smiles to herself. Smart girl.

Lauren's smile falls flat off her face when the woman turns around and she is able to properly see her.

This girl is gorgeous. Like something out of a magazine. Her thick wavy hair is parted to one side, falling into her face a bit, but even so Lauren can see she's incredibly beautiful. The woman has these deep, expressive brown eyes that Lauren feels hold many secrets and stories, and oh the emotion behind them. Not to mention her facial structure is perfect, from her sharp jawline to her cute little button nose to those perfectly shaped pink lips. Even in that awfully fashioned baby blue waitressing uniform, she somehow manages to look stunning. Lauren's mind starts racing at the possibilities.