Café Pistou (Short Story)

Café Pistou

This is my second short story, and yeah. Welcome to my world of writing.

   I awoke as the sun seamed through my curtains. The vibrance of the sunlight casted a shadow on my purple walls and reflected upon my sleepy eyes. I opened my eyes slightly and my attention drifted to my desk. There, I noticed a small box and a rose.

I sat up slowly and curiously. My legs hung tiredly from the bed. I let out a sleepy yawn and stretched my arms out. My eyes proceeded the attention to the small box. I stepped on my hardwood floor and stumbled lazily to my desk. I pulled out my chair and sat down.

I rubbed my dazy, tired eyes and combed out my hair with my fingers. I reached out for the box and trailed my fingers along the edges of the ribbon. I proceeded to opening the box and successfully pulled the ribbon off and opened the top. Inside the small box, I found a note.

I smiled at the messy handwriting before me and appreciated how he came and dropped off the gift before his shift at Café Pistou.

The Café sat at the corner of my street, between an apartment and a book store, which, in my case, was the perfect location. I walked to the Café everyday, a book in hand and a notebook.

When they opened up about 4 months ago, I went there everyday since. To me, the place was homey and friendly. The waiters, in particular, were very friendly and came with bright, happy smiles and personalities.

By now, I knew all the names of the employees. First, there was Darell. From the first day I walked into that Café, he greeted me with a pearly white smile and a friendly wave. I returned the gesture by saying 'hi'.

Darell had seated me in the corner of the Café, by the window and asked me the simplest, yet friendliest question by far. "What can I get for you sweetheart?" I smiled, as he towered before me with a warm welcoming smile."I'll get an espresso. And a bagel. Please." I said cheerfully. He nodded and proceeded to the kitchen.

Every time I come here, he always calls me sweetheart and asks what I'd like. But, I mostly order the same thing. An espresso and a bagel. Once in a while, I'll order a sandwich.

Darell was my favorite. He was a middle-aged man. Tall, and wide, and like an adorable old man. Kind of like a jolly Santa Claus, as you will. And on Darells breaks, he'd come talk to me, and we'd talk about everything. Like how I wasn't living with my family, but my aunt Becky. And how his grandkids would be moving in with him, to help him around the house.

I went to visit Darell a couple times, he had a small, two bedroom apartment a couple blocks away from the Café. Darell is the best person I know, he's kind, sweet and warm hearted.

Next there's Ria, She had short black hair and Dragon tattoo on her arm. She was hard to talk to. But, I cracked her eventually and now we're friends. She's a couple years older than me, I'm 19 and she's 23. Ria has an attitude, as you will. But, once you get past the snarky comments and her toughness, you'll get to know the real her.

She's really nice, she likes to draw and is working at Café Pistou to earn money for being a tattoo artist. And, I will indeed be her first customer, we talked about it.

Next there's Andrew and Caren. Their on and off relationship is honestly dramatic. But overall, when those two are together, they are the cutest couple ever. Andrew loves her so much, he even proposed to her right there in the Café. It was so romantic.

Next, there's Noah. He was the same age as me. Maybe that's why we got along so well. But there's one thing you have to know about Noah, he's gay. So that meant, we both loved makeup, espresso's and cute clothes.

We were best friends. The kind that went shopping and picked out clothes for eachother. We talked about boys and the latest gossip on our fav celebs.