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Barista Tales [1] - Good morning, master.

The mansion's curtains were opened, letting the bright morning sunlight shine into Jamie Ivy's room. A young woman squished her face into a pillow, letting out a muffled, annoyed groan. She clearly didn't want to get up yet. A sweet lady was heard in the room. "Master Jamie, come on, it's time to get out." She said with a soft and sweet British accent. A muffled "...Five more minutes Elena..." was heard from the young lady in bed, her face still in the pillow.

"Miss, you got a meeting with Jason today." The butler/maid-like lady giggled. Jamie suddenly shot up. "JASON!? Dammit! I almost forgot!" Jason was a guy she met at work, in the coffee shop. She kinda seemed to like him. ...Unclear in which way though. She panicked a bit. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and giggled. "Thanks for reminding me, Elena." "No problem, master~!" The British lady smiled sweetly.

"Shall i go get breakfast ready, miss?" "Yeah, please. Thanks." Elena nodded and walked out of the room. Jamie smiled. She really could rely on Elena, always. That British sweetheart was like... Her walking agenda, or alarm. Not one of those alarms you want to turn off immediately, though. She was like one of those alarms that play sweet music you like listening to in the morning, and you don't wanna turn it off just yet. Elena was the ideal butler to Jamie. She helped Jamie keep her.. 'other life'.. Secret.

~Flashback~

It was midnight in the town of Freeburg. Jamie was sitting at her desk when Elena walked in. "Master, it's time." Jamie stood up, walking to the window, looking outside. "What is it this time?" "One of the local gangs, the Nightowls, are about to attack another local gang's hideouts. Explosives and heavy caliber weapons are supposedly involved." "Alright, thank you Elena. Ready the car, will you?" The British butler smiled innocently and nodded. "Of course, miss!"

Elena readied the large, armored, but surprisingly fast vehicle that Jamie uses when she goes on her.. What she called 'missions'. Elena never liked her going on missions, since she tends to come back with injuries. but they both knew there was really no way to stop her.

~Flashback end~

While Elena, (or as Jamie would like to say Ellie or El, though Elena herself doesn't like that) made breakfast, Jamie swung her legs off of the edge of the bed. She got out of bed and picked out some casual clothes. Some dark blue skinny jeans, and a baby blue crop top hoodie seemed to fit. It really fit Jamie's long, thick, blonde hair that reached halfway down her back easily. It also kind of fit her sweet, ocean blue eyes.

(Let's just say it looks like this, kinda.)

Jamie brushed her hair and put long, black leather boots on. They had small heels, and the boots seemed to be almost inches lower than her knees. She happily walked downstairs. It was time for her to work. She worked at a quiet, and cute little coffeeshop. Everyone there was nice. ...Mostly... At least the boss was really nice. A nice and welcoming lady.

If she wanted to, Jamie might aswell not have a job. She didn't need it, since she had everything a person could wish for. Though, she liked working there. The place made her take  her mind off of her missions.

After quickly eating breakfast, she got onto her motorcycle, which looked quite badass. Everyone in town always found it surprising that such a beautiful woman rode a badass motorcycle. Guys ever whistled at her alot. Though, they also do that when she's NOT on the bike. She heads off to the coffeeshop.

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Sorry to keep you on a cliffhanger! Ish.. This is my first kinda detailed story. Ever. I know, i know, it's kind of a bit like Batman, and i'm sorry about that. Anyways, i'll work on the next part soon enough! Bye~!