Dream Catchers ( Slow updates )

Chapter 1

LEVI

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There are two types of weather in Ireland...rainy and cold, or, dry but still damp because of all the rain from the previous six months! I am actually convinced that one day there will a lack of precipitation that isn't in its various degrees of freezing forms. I live in hope of sunshine, and blue skies, and soft dry grass next to warm crystal waters...gawd wouldn't that be a fairytale?

I shrug my double lined, wind proof, rain proof - and fashion proof - ugly mauve mac around my trembling shoulders. I scan the road once more - because if I don't get hit by a car I'll probably trip over my feet and face plant the ground, and then get run over by a car. It's very plausible, I almost died putting up shelving once - true story - Ah the life of a clumsy girl is one fraught with peril. Mercifully I make it to the other side of the road, just in time for a bus to whoosh past and drown me with a tidal wave of puddle water.

"Argh! O-oh-m-my-th-hats c-c-old!"

"Watch where you goin' you bloody eejit!"

"Yeah...bit late...asshole," I hiss, admittedly rather passive aggressively, under my breath, at the ignorant city bus driver who just gave me an unexpected puddle rinse...who needs a stylist appointment in a city that never stops raining?

Dammit, this day could not get any worse. Coffee, I just need coffee, and I'll be alright. Nothing like a shot of delicious, golden bean, hot, caffeine to make all your problems disappear into a foamy cloud of happiness. Oh, I feel all warm and tingly just thinking about it.

Without a moments hesitation I squelch over to the coffee house door, and catching a horrifying glimpse of myself in the high polished glass - I decide I should probably have stayed indoors today.

"Look who it is, my favourite customer?" A pale man of indiscernible age, grins at me from behind the bar. His watery blue eyes sparkle with that little bit of mischief that I find so endearing. He gestures a thin hand, alerting me to the free stool by the array of coffee making machines (well I am sure they have a technical name but I am yet to learn it).

"The usual then, sunshine?" He asks in his accented voice, that I have placed as somewhere from Eastern Europe. Although, I'm terrible with accents, he's probably from South Africa!

"Do I come here that often?" I grimace as I struggle out of my raincoat, and slop through my water logged satchel.

"Everyday for the past six months," the barista chuckles, as he scoots about the complicated coffee maker, turning dials and bashing utensils.

"Maybe I should change-up my coffee spot routine...be impulsive...branch out," I mutter sarcastically as I wave a biro in the air, whilst simultaneously trying to log into my brick of a laptop. The lock jams sometimes - it is that old - but it works and that's good, that doesn't cost me anymore money.

"Maybe you should," the smiley man nods in agreement, and I can't help but pause mid scramble to glare suspiciously at him.

"If I've been coming here for six months, and you seem to know me, and my coffee preferences, and that maybe," I do a little air quote over the 'maybe' for added effect, "I should learn to be more impulsive, then why don't I recall you, or your over curiosity...mister?"

"Irmo," is his simple, and yet still so cheery reply, as he sets a coffee cup under my nose. "My name is Irmo, and yours would be Levi, right?"

"Ugh, it's Lee...please call me Lee," I reply as I rub my forehead in exasperation. "I did not pick my name, my stupid hippy alternative parents did...and no it wasn't after a pair of jeans...It's such a guys name...someday I'll change it."