most likely goodies ; an update book

The Brunet Behind Frames

this was going to be a whole chapter book story, but I don't know if I should follow through with it. Here's the first chapter.

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Brice strolled around the petite coffee shop, cleaning up some of the dusty oak brown tables with an extra rag cloth. The time was around 12:03, a calming Wednesday afternoon in the month of July. Dusting off the last bits of crumbs left from the night earlier, he stepped back, satisfied with his work. Yet, he knew that an overflow of coffee and biscuits would be placed on top of each spotless table, and he would end up cleaning each table once more.

"Have you finished yet?" A voice behind him groaned, touching him on the shoulder.

Brice stepped back in surprise, nearly knocking over a nearby chair. Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, he sighed, "Yeah, I'm done I guess."

"Good, now help me with setting up the cups, rush hour starts in like—thirty minutes." Ty said, sweeping his bangs away from his covered eye.

"Well, alright." Brice shrugged, following Ty towards the counter.

Brice Purton Solace didn't have such a glamorous lifestyle. He lived in a cottage on the corner of the street, with his "house" being about the size of a singular apartment. His parents weren't home much, they only came back during certain types of circumstances. The last time the Aussie could remember them visiting with Valentines' Day, and that was about five months ago. Brice didn't really like his parents that much, and his bond with them was breaking.

On top of living in a cottage, and having no parents to bond with, Brice didn't have much friends either. Recently moving from Australia, the only friends he could make were two; Adam and Ty. The two were quite friendly, with one specifically, Ty, working at the same job as him. Their bonds weren't exactly strong, in fact, it was dwindling away outside of work. It didn't really matter to him though, he was use to being alone (despite how depressing that sounds).

Standing behind the wooden counter, Brice grabbed the plastic red cups from each box and began to place them in each cup holder. It wasn't very convenient to the layout of all the machines though, it was quite a work out. The silver coffee machine was placed on the left side of the counter, while the cups were spread all the way towards the right. The worst case scenario, which practically happened everyday, was spilling coffee all over the ground when rushing from one place to another. It was alright though; the event was comic relief.

Eventually, Brice finished placing every cup in each cup dispenser, he stood back admiring his work. Ty glared at him, a weird expression planted on his face. Ty was always the judgmental type of person, quoting almost, every one of Brice's movements as "a weird Australian movement." Ty had brown hair, almost the color of each wooden coffee table, along with gleaming red eyes to match. He had fair skin; not too dark nor not too light, it was the imperfect balance of tan. Rarely Brice had ever saw the other wearing normal clothes, he was use to seeing him in khaki pants, a green apron, a gray tee-shirt, and some black Nike shoes.

On the other hand, Brice had gravity-defying blonde hair, which took him about a good half hour to gel. With sparkling blue eyes and tanned skin, he came from the great country of Australia. Most people guess this on the first try, due to his distinct accent. Usually wearing khaki pants, a black long-sleeved sweater, black polished shoes, and a green apron, Brice was usually the friendly one out of his other fellow employees. Somehow, he always managed to have a smile planted on his face, despite his rough life.

Taking a quick glance at the clock, the time read 12:07, about four minutes had elapsed. Brice rubbed the back of his neck, anxious to get back home. Everyday Brice had to wake up at eight in the morning to go to his part time job at Betty's Coffee Shop, owned by the Hughes family. It was quite a crappy job, the coffee shop was like a reject Starbucks. The manager always had time to be rude to both employees and customers; it got on Brice's nerves most of the time. The blonde worked minimum wage, which added a bonus to the abuse he got from them.