My London has fallen Down

A Cup of Joe

The smell of the muffins on fifth street had just made me know that this was going to be a beautiful day. Like every Tuesday, there's the kids that run every morning to school in a race, Old Mr. Chow watering his flowers to sell throughout the day, Newspaper boy yelling on the corner, and of course my Diner. We're all neighbors and I wouldn't have mornings like this any other way. 

I always felt there was a tad bit of sadness in the morning when it was just I opening my shop, so I turn on my fathers old tunes. He was bit of and oldie, so I guess you can say it just passed down to me. Anything from Ella to the Beach boys are my forte. Placing menus at the tables it was time. I heard the old town clock strike eight o'clock. Opening here we come. My first guests of the day were naturals every Tuesday, the Cranicks.

"Good Morning Lily, by the smell of those pastries I can tell it's going to be a good breakfast." Mr. Cranick and my dad used to be good friends. I feel a connection with him, when dad died I had no one but also when dad died it was convenient his wife died too. We were like connected through death..pretty weird but understanding. 

"Oh you have no idea, today I used strawberries instead of the apples..topped with well you'll see." Surprises we both like those. They leave you to imagine what could possibly coming to your door.

The day was long, my rushes came and went. Business was well business. My cook was my long time best friend, Jack. He's one of the only people that knows almost everything about me. We've gone through a lot together, especially with this place. We've managed to be the number one diner on the review list in this city. We're always flooding with tourists. Jack took a break usually when he knew I can handle the shop myself, his wife has been sick so every chance he can get he runs off to take care of her. Young love I tell you. 

The restaurant being empty, I sat behind the counter reading the newspaper. Nothing new but politics, ever more politics, crime, construction. I was so distracted by the headlines of this mornings paper that the 'ding' of the door scared me. 

"Good afternoon sir" Phone in hand he nodded me off and continued to text, finding a booth he favored. After awhile we got a little busy, Jack was back in full swing in the kitchen and I was out on the floor. All I heard was the murmuring about the headline, some daddy warbucks is gonna tear down a school to build a mining company. Everyone seems upset about it.. who wouldn't be ? "Can I get you guys some coffee? I promise it's fresh!" neither of them looked at me just moved their cups towards me while engaged into their phones. 

There's guests I can stand, and some I can't. Ask any owner or worker of a restauarant they'll tell you how the scale of rudeness works. Believe me you lose patience but you just have to breathe. "Here you are, now can I get you guys something to eat.. you guys look like you work too much. Ya'll must be hungry." The one guy was now on the phone with his back towards me yelling about some damages. 

"Don't give me that, I throughly discussed the construction plans with you and how I wanted everything to go! If this isn't fixed by to- look I have to go. You know the rest, just get it done" Slamming his phone of the table..I jumped right into the table knocking coffee on his shirt. Great. "Are you kidding me?" Here it comes. 

"I'm sorry here, just follow me back here and I can get that out for you" Rolling his eyes he threw down his napkin and followed me to the back of the store. For the amount of times I've spilled anything on guests vise versa, I've always kept things handy in the back for it. "You scared me a little, I didn't intentionally mean to bump into the table and cause a mess. I can look away if you'd just give me your shirt." He smirked and took of his jacket following his shirt. 

"Maybe next time you'd spill not only cold coffee but better brewed coffee." That hurt, everything in my store is made by myself.. I take time and put effort into it. His phone began to ring. "What? I am busy! I'll call you when I have time I told you!" Rolling his eyes he spat harsh words under his breath.

"Here just a couple more minutes and this will be done.. you know if you and your partner hadn't been on your phones ignoring me none of this would've happened." Still hurt, I stepped out of line a little angered. His eyes rose and he smirked at me. 

"What you're telling me is that I of all people should stop saving the world to give my attention to a what a little shop owner?" Swallowing hard I nodded, he laughed. "To be quite honest with you what's that say..lil-lilianna you should watch how you're talking to me." It was my turn to laugh. 

"Excuse me? I couldn't help but realize you waltzing into my shop, with that goofy British accent, with this ungodly suit that doesn't match and you expect me to praise you?"

"like your life depended on it." Snatching his jacket up he tugged it on and fled my shop. Who the hell did he think he was? Smirking and talking all the talk in the world with that stupid British accent?