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i °Black Coffee°

  Laura

It was pitch black outside. Yellow street lights were the only color lighting up this dark. It was cloudy covering up the stars and the moon. Only yellow street lights. What I see is what I feel. I feel like I am in one of those melancholy silent films that were black and white. Which aren't truly black and white .. It's more like a dark gray. And I being the main character , will go rob a train and not be the cliche damsel in distress. I may have distress but I am not a damsel. Or I'm just delusional from the lack of caffeine in body. Being a college student is not easy. My body practically runs on coffee. I major in English and Professional Writing. So in order to get the creative juices flowing. Coffee is my main source of well, basically life. I would consider myself that lucky that my best friend owns a coffee shop. But every perfection has its flaws. The night shift takes a toll and I have to deal with one big Grumpy Gus, but in the end it all comes back because I too get pissed . However, it makes a good conversation piece the next day or so on. I could make a whole pro con list on "Being friends with Connor Smith." or even write a book about him because I have known him for so long.
But the number one thing would be a pro.
His coffee shop is conveniently close to my campus making it easy to get a late night cup of coffee. The lights in his shop were even faded. Where is all the color in the world?

..... .

As I walk in I sit my bag in a chair that is close to the window. It's night time. Why do I even sit by this window, I can't see anything? Human observation is low. There is a minority that actually see with their eyes.

Rule number one of being Laura Marano: Mouth shut and listen up.
What? I tried to rhyme. Don't judge me I didn't major in poetry.  If that is even a major.

"Laura you doing OK there you looked a bit zoned." Connor interrupted my thoughts.

"I'm fine Connor."

"Liar." He said.

"Why are you accusing me as a liar because I'm not one if that is what you think." I point my finger accusingly at him.

"Isn't that what all girls lie about? I mean being fine. You know, it's the basic truth of a lie." He explains.

"Like you would know , you have been some sorts of a dry spell if you know what I mean..."I taught.

"That is not exactly true.. I got laid a while back by that one chic.. Oh what's her name? Tiffany?"

"Stephanie." I corrected.

"Yeah that is it." He nodded.

"Please you forgot the girl's name." I scoff. He can't be serious.

"Am I detecting hints of jealousy, Virgin Mary?" He lips turn to a light smirk.

"Just because I keep my legs close does not mean I am jealous of your sex life, like you even have one." I say flustered.

"Sure, Laura sure."

"Look all I'm saying is I bet you  make great coffee in the morning."

He hums in response, "And for you I make the greatest coffee at night."

"It's not all that great, but I don't want your ego to enlarge anymore than it has to so that is understatment."

"Awe Laura I'm flattered, you show that you care and well , that brings tears to my eyes." He jokes.

"You do make some good coffee it's not even unpleasant." I smile lightly.

"You are special then I give the customers the shitty stuff."

"You sly devil you." I shake my head disapprovingly.

"Hey , I think by now you earned some special treatment." He walks over to my table undoing his waiter style apron and sets my coffee on the table."

"Lock up will ya?" He waits for my answer.

"That is not my job, it is yours."

"Consider it a down payment on your over due coffee account and besides I got a date tonight.. He says.

"At this time at night? Connor wait! - and he was out the door. He must have been waiting to give my coffee all night just so he could leave for his date.

I looked down at my coffee cup
And I see a reflection of me.
My brown hair is wavy.
No cream , no sugar.
Bitter sweet.
°Black Coffee°…

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