☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
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i love to watch people make pour-over coffee.
it's wildly fascinating to me to watch the rich dark liquid drip down into the glass. my favorite part is witnessing the cream being poured in. i don't like too many fancy versions of coffee so i usually stick to coffee, cream, ice, and maybe some honey in there if i'm feeling risky. every once in a while i'll go crazy and try an in house made syrup depending on the coffee shop.
"symphony?" the barista looks at my name in a confused manner before looking up and glancing around the room. i get this a lot when it comes to my name.
stepping forward, i flash a smile and wrap my fingers around the clear plastic cup, feeling the coolness of the ice against my palm, "thank you, that's me." i say shyly.
the girl looks at me with a pleasant grin, "wow, your name is so cool!"
"thanks i got it at the hospital. they must have been having a two for one sale because my middle name is persephone." i joke with a light tone, making her laugh.
"well be thankful you're not stuck with a boring name. have a great day." she nods and steps away to prepare another order.
"you as well." i reply politely before sipping at my coffee.
i glance around the small space, taking in the shop's unique atmosphere and artistic expression. one of my favorite things about trying different hole-in-the-wall coffee shops is the individual way that each one presents itself. they're all trying to be set apart from other places that are doing the exact same thing as them. it's all about setting an atmosphere for the customers and most of them really hit it on the nose and provide great service. it's all very interesting to me. i even used coffee shops as an example for a paper i wrote in economics once. part of me wishes i could just be a barista but that's no way to use my degree and my parents would be horribly disappointed.
choosing a quant seat by the window, i pull my bag off of my shoulders and hang it on the back of the chair, tugging my laptop out and setting it in front of me. "let's see if there's anything new." i mutter to myself, scrolling through the job sites and emails from the job searchers i've subscribed to.
the door dings melodically and i glance over to see a young woman with beautifully dark skin and long legs, her baby pink business skirt and matching jacket pairing nicely with her dark wide rimmed glasses, her hair tied up into a classy bun. in the crook of her elbow sits a gorgeous michael kors purse, her other hand occupied with her phone as she mutters into the device angrily. i quickly avert my gaze, knowing i've already been observing far too long.
