Café Chronicles

Prologue

Olive's P.O.V.
The aroma of bitter sweet coffee swirls around me as I punch in the numbers on the cash register. The hustle bustle just settling in as the clock ticks 7:30. Here he comes! My internal thoughts tell me, my favorite customer, mainly because he's gorgeous and gives me tips bigger than my paycheck in a year that I would get from working here.

I'm handing the elderly lady in front of me her hot cup of coffee, I always hated her for some reason. Oh my dear Martha. With her constant need to tell me how to do my job, or how the wrinkles on her face jiggled every time she moved her jaw to talk. She always had ger glasses hanging off the bridge of her nose, staring at me over them, silently judging me sometimes. She had the terrible odor of mothballs and an old styled perfume. She came here every other Monday to get coffee for her husband. His name was Steve I believe.

Just as I'm about to politely greet the next customer I here the sound I'd been waiting to hear all day, I hear the front glass door jingle open with a ring of the bell overhead, and a very stern, scolding voice on the phone, that could make me weak in the knees. Probably talking to an employee of his. And as I look up I can't help but slowly take in his dashing appearance. Sleek brown shoes, crisply fitted navy blue suit, with a soft yellow shirt and matching handkerchief sitting perfectly in his suit pocket. An expensive watch resting on his wrist. His hair neatly gelled back as always. But my favorite part about the whole look that really ties everything together is those sharp crystal blue eyes that I could drink out of if he'd let me. Just as I look into them, he quickly ends his call and gives me a quick glance with a warm, friendly smile. No matter what he always managed so look like something out of an expensive magazine.

After I finish with the next customer, I see him walk up to my register with that same old award winning smile. Captivating me with those blue orbs of his, never letting me go. We never really exchange too many words. Just the same words every day. They usually start off something like this....

"Good morning Mr.Woods.....

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