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Coffee...
The smell of fresh coffee filled my senses, as I poured some of the dark brown liquid into a customers cup. I smiled politely getting a small smile in return from the young collage student.
I put the coffee pot back as I walked around the counter to take some ones order, when I get to the table I pull out the pen from behind my ear and the small note pad from the front of my white apron. I smile at the collage couple because I remember when me a Louis used to be like that, on a date gazing into each others eyes because at that moment nothing else mattered. We had each other so we didn't care about anyone else.
I write down the order and give one last small smile to the couple before walking into the back to give the order to a chef, because my shift is now over. I hand the order to Tracey the chef who nods at me and starts reading it, while she's doing this I'm already taking off my apron and putting it in my cubby. I take my long dark brown hair out of its messy bun, and I put it into a high pony tail. I pickup my grey hoodie from the coat rack, I slide it on with ease because I purposely bought it a size to big. I check my phone as I walk outside I don't have any missed calls or messages from anyone, but that wasn't a surprise because I wasn't a really social person. I put my phone back into the front pocket.
I carefully walk out from behind the counter trying not to knock anything over, I walk to the door and open it the bells at the top jingle to show that I'm leaving. When I step outside I shiver a bit, it's now November here in London which means it's getting colder I'm. Which also means my skinny jeans and converse cant protect me from the cold any longer, I walk down the street keeping my head down to those who pass. I have smiled enough today I'm done smiling to people I don't have to, i walk along trying not to think about what has happened in the last few months.
I missed his smile, I missed his laugh, and god forbid I even missed his cat and I hated that cat.. What did that other girl have that I didn't, was she skinnier, prettier, smarter, funnier, nicer, it doesn't matter now though he's gone...I still can't believe they day he told me I have to leave, all he would say to me was "you just have to get out, I've found someone better" I remember calling a friend from work and crying my eyes out asking if she had a place I could stay. I stay with her for two months working harder at my job so I could get extra tips just to afford a apartment . And in those two months I would hope that Louis would call and apologize saying how it was all his fault, and he wanted me back. That day never came, and it would be naive of me to believe that it still could...
I stop my train of thought when I see a small quaint little bookstore, it looked warm and welcoming. I have no idea how I got here I was just mindlessly walking ignoring everything. I take a deep breath before walking in, I open the door hearing the sound of little bells I'm guessing because it was almost Christmas and everyone had those little bells. When inside I look at the counter to see no one there, not really minding I look around at all of the books on the shelves. I stop when I get to this one book it had a dark red cover and in golden text it says 'Shakespeare, much ado about nothing' I open the book flipping through a few pages before before stoping on one that was showing something about this girl hero.
"Lovey book isn't it dear" I let out a small scared Yelp much like a dogs when you step on its tail, at the unexpected voice, I almost drop the book but I hold it tight to my chest. I turn around to see a short, gray haired old women with happy green eyes. She was chuckling most likely because of my reaction to her.
"What did you say, I'm sorry you just startled me" I say embarrassed that a little old lady scared me. The lady waves me off as if to say 'it's fine'.
"I said it's a lovely book isn't it" she says it knowingly, I nod my head.
"I don't really know it's the first time I've seen it" I watch as the old lady smiles and nods her head, she motions for me to follow her as she walks to the front counter.
