Short Love Stories

Sticky Note (Part 1)

Autumn's P.O.V.
The crisp, morning air hit my face as I step out of my red, brick house. Dandelions sprouted out of the ground and birds chirped from trees high above. I headed for the coffee shop right around the corner. As I walked one step after another, the clouds got darker and the air got more humid. It felt like it was going to rain any second. I sped up, eager to reach the small coffee shop before it started raining. As I reached the front door, it started to lightly sprinkle. The bells jingled as I stepped into the warm cafe. The smells of cinnamon and coffee entered my nose. I walk over to the counter and stepped in line.
While waiting, I glanced to my right and saw a bulletin board full of sticky notes. My eyes wandered around the board full of colorful messages. One particular sticky note caught my eye. It was a blue sticky note with neat, bubbly handwriting on it. I took it off the board and read it. It said, "New place, new beginning~ H.M."
I smiled. This person must have just moved here. I took a blank sticky note from the pile and wrote, "Welcome to New York!~ A.P."
I didn't write my full name just in case this person was an old creep. I stuck my sticky note next to the blue one and smiled again.
"Excuse me, ma'am," the cashier politely said, trying to get my attention. I snapped my head around. It was already my turn to order.
"Sorry," I whispered to the man behind me. I hastily went up to the counter and ordered. The man behind me glared as I apologized once more. I quickly went to the side to wait for my drink. A couple minutes had gone by until the lady called my name.
"Autumn!" I grabbed my cup of coffee and thanked her. As the heat traveled through the cup and onto my fingers, I walked over to my usual table that I always sit at whenever I come to the cafe. I guess you can call it my special, little corner. It's away from all the noise and craziness. You'd think that after 10 years of living in a big city, I would get use to all the noise and people. Well the truth is, I sometimes wish I wasn't living in such a big city. I'd rather spend my days someplace more relaxing and peaceful. As my parents would always say, I was the "quieter" one out of all my siblings. I would always be caught with a journal and pen in my hands. I've always wanted to become an author ever since I won the poetry contest in fifth grade. Now that I'm in college, I guess I can actually become a writer if I work hard enough.
I sat down and took my journal out of my backpack. I flipped to the page I was last on and began writing. I was soon lost in a whole different world full of words and imagination. After two hours, I forced myself to look away from the page. Outside, the rain was pouring down like there wasn't enough rain before. I sighed and gathered up all of my belongings. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and stared out the window. I had not pack an umbrella with me.
Here I go, I thought. I opened the door and stepped out. The rain immediately hit me like cold stones. I ran all the way home. By the time I got home, I was soaked from head to toe. I laugh quietly to myself. At least I have something to write about now.