01 | Facade

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I : Facade


THE gush of cold wind blew the fly aways from her messy bun causing it to stick to her lips.

The pain I have to deal with for wearing lip gloss on a windy day, she thought. And instantaneously, she stuffed her hands deeper into the side pockets of her leather jacket as she quickened her steps to the upcoming store.

The Coffee Library

She peeked through the foggy window and immediately found who she was looking for. His white shirt hugged a tad too tight for his body, sculpting against his built figure. The ink illustrations on his arms hid under the sleeves of his shirt, only exposing those on his forearm. The bell jingled when she pushed the door open, catching his attention and is ready to welcome whoever was there but sighed at sight of her.

"Sheena. For fuck's sake. We don't need any more help in the store," the man with the black beard said, holding up two cups while wiping the table clean. "This is the fourth time you've came in here demanding for a job. You better be buying something this time."

Ever since she came across this store two weeks ago while wandering around the area of her new apartment, she has become a regular customer. The rustic theme of this coffee store gives off a warm and relaxing atmosphere which oddly attracts her since she usually prefer the modernized theme.

Mornings are usually filled with coffee orders and impatient workers trying to beat the morning rush hour. While the nights consist of customers who come in after work hours to get their mind off their stressful live and enjoy the relaxing environment with jazz playing from the record player in the corner. She, personally, prefer to visit on late afternoons as it's less demanding, more relaxing and it is just before the customers start streaming in through the door.

Since her classes are usually scheduled in the mornings, she have more time on her hands. So she declared that she shall work at the shop. But until now, she has not been able to successfully persuade Donovan to give her a job.

"C'mon Don." she whined, tossing her bag onto the counter as she sat on the bar stool. "One more slot. Just for me. I promise I'll work h-."

"Bag. Table. Off," he interrupted before making his way to the room behind to answer the ringing phone. Rolling her eyes, Sheena dropped the bag next to the stool on her right and shifted in her seat.

The store wasn't grand or huge, it was just a small cozy coffee shop. A small golden bell is attached on the forest green door which has two big windows on each side of it, occupying most of the wall. Black plastic chairs and wooden table were randomly placed but closest to the counter where Sheena were sitting, sat a forest green couch with a dark grey rug spread on the wooden floor under it.

Her eyes gazed towards the window and  watched those busy entrepreneurs who always seem to be rushing from one point to the next with an ongoing call in their hands and coffee in the other. Busy bees.

A family of four walked into the store. Immediately filling the room with the laughter from the children and clinking of the bell, interrupting her train of thoughts.

Sheena got off the stool and was about to call for Don when she realised that this is her one chance to prove something; after all he's not back yet. Or so she thought. Sheena approached them with a welcoming smile. But before she could even let out a syllable, he managed to beat her to it.

"Hi, can I get you anything?" Don asked, with his hands behind his back acting all professional. Donovan turned around to give her a cheeky grin and she stuck her tongue out in response before flopping down on the nearby forest green couch.

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