Just Another Coffee Shop

Rose paced wildly around the small flat. Her mind was totally blocked, and had been for the last three days. Still, she still itched to write something. Drawing, cold showers, hot baths, long walks, flipping through her favorite books, nothing was helping with her writers block. She finally fell back onto the sofa. Rose sat in front of her laptop, the word document empty. Waiting for the next chapter to be written. She sighed loudly, and pulled up the tips to get rid of writers block page and read through the list once more. One she hadn't done caught her eye.

23. A new environment. No where snazzy, a park, restaurant, maybe a hotel lobby. Just somewhere new.

Maybe she needed a different place to write. She couldn't exactly go to the park with her laptop. Since she had been taking walks, she's passed by one coffee shop that always caught her eye. People just sat around to read or finish work; it was a quite place. Quieter than the lobby to the flats. She finally decided to pack up the sleek, grey laptop and head out to the coffee shop.

Rose stood in front of the building, making sure they were still open. It obviously doubled as a house as there were windows and lights on above her. It was about nine P.M. most coffee shops would be close; except for a twenty-four hour one. She read the softly glowing sign again,

Just Another Coffee Shop

It was lit in a deep blue and hummed softly, Rose took a breath before pushing the door open. A bell ringed, alerting the man in the kitchen someone had entered. He looked through the serving window and smiled wildly, his dark brown eyes shining.

"Hello!" He greeted.

"A- are y'all still open?" Rose fumbled over the words and the man came into full view.

He was awfully lanky, but it somehow suited him. His brown hair defied gravity as it stuck up in all angles. He wore a brown sweatshirt and jeans with red converse. A apron was lazily thrown over it all and flour smeared it and his face. He leaned into the counter and grinned again at Rose, who couldn't help but return the smile.

"Twenty-four hours! Now, is there anything I can get ya?" He asked.

Rose nodded, "Just some coffee with cream. Do you mind if I stay a bit?"

She indicated towards the black laptop bag that hung over her shoulder.

"Nah, it's always nice to have a bit of company."

Rose smiled again and sat down at one of the couches. All of the chairs and tables in the room were mixed and matched. Some a dull green and others a bright blue; somehow, it all fit together. There was a small bookshelf in the corner of the room that held a much too large amount of books. They laid around it, on top of it, and on top if the books already stacked. Some of them looked brand new, while others were leather bound.

Rose made her eyes stop drifting and opened the laptop. The blank document slowly became filled with words. Rose was already halfway through the first page when the man came over with her coffee.

"Sorry it took so long, I thought we already had a fresh batch made. Which I thought wrong, so I had to make a new one and then the cookies were finished. So I had to take those out, and well, I just got a bit busy." He rambled.

Rose giggled, "It's okay, I'm actually getting work done."

"You don't mind me asking...?" he blushed as he handed her the coffee.

"No! I'm just writing my second novel. I got a bit of writers block and needed a bit if change."

"Oh, okay. My name is John, by the way, John Smith."

Rose smiled brightly, "Rose Tyler."