A War On Her World | TWD: D. Dixon

Ch. 10

It was a wet and dreary morning, the streets were bare and shops were only just opening for business. Still, a young woman could be seen sitting in a booth in the far back corner of her favourite cafe. She was staring out the storefront window, watching droplets of water race down the glass as if she had no place to be. She did this every rainy day; she slowed down to enjoy sweet memories over her bitter black coffee and chocolate mint slice -a new tradition of sorts.

Everything was quiet. No sounds other than the humming of the air conditioner working to warm the onset customers seeking shelter, and the faint pitter-patter of muffled rain hitting the pavement. Even the people within the welcoming cafe were quiet. Some people would've said it was because of the warm colours, used in the cafe, which made it so everyone became sleepy. But Elizabeth would say it was more the atmosphere of the other people around. The people working there were social and happy to talk to anyone.

The quiet was interrupted when shuffling feet resonated throughout the shop, drawing the woman's attention away from the world of her thoughts and to the nervously approaching man. Almost at the booth, he began speaking, only to be cut off as he tripped, face planting into the ground.

"H-hi! What may I get yo-"

The woman gasped, feeling concerned for the man, but at seeing him scramble to his feet clumsily, she couldn't help but giggle.

"Haha, I'm sorry but I already have what I ordered."

At her confession, he glanced down and deflated a little when he finally noticed she was telling the truth. Covering her mouth, she fake coughed to hide her laugh. Calming down she looked up, fully prepared to say something of a comfort to the waiter but froze when she made eye contact. Somehow the colour of the sky on a clear, sunny day was shown differently in his eyes. They held the entire atmosphere of the shop in them and it was mesmerising. She just stared until she was brought out of her daze by the man's voice.

"Miss?" He had asked, tilting his head to the side.

Her ears were tinted pink with embarrassment as she cleared her throat and smiled up at him.

"Hello, my name's Elizabeth. Would you like to keep me company?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to the seat in front of her, fully anticipating a no. She was surprised when she was met with his vibrant but goofy grin.

"I've got time!" He had exclaimed, his whole face becoming red. He rubbed the back of his head out of habit, chuckling as he took a seat in front of the young woman. "My name's Beau, by the way."

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They ended up talking for an hour before the boss scolded him and called him to start. Beau apologized, ready to just scurry away when he was stopped by a dainty hand. Turning back around, he observed the mysterious brunette woman that he had come to admire over the few weeks she had been coming in; she was scribbling away on a napkin with a pen she had gotten from the bag at her feet.

After a short moment, Elizabeth lifted her head and reached out her hand as a means to give him the napkin.

"T-this is... my number. If you'd- If you'd like, then please call me sometime?" She offered, getting kinda flustered.

"I'd love that, see you!" he replied happily jogging off to his disapproving boss.

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It was early this morning that I felt Glenn leave the tent. He had shuffled out so quietly that had I not been awake before, I'm sure I wouldn't have heard him. Normally I would get up soon after him but that day I just felt sick and tired. My sleep was crap because my body couldn't relax so I rolled over again after Glenn left, deciding to ignore my responsibilities, instead opting to fall into a light sleep.