The Writing Café

Chapter One: Opening

WARNING: HORRIBLY WRITTEN STORY AHEAD      

Well, today is most certainly the day. What day is it, you might ask? Why, it's the day the town's new writing café is opening! Now, it may not sound too exciting, but it definitely is for me, being a creative writer myself.
      It's just now 8am now, and it supposedly has its opening at 10am. Luckily, today is a Saturday and I don't have school nor work. Maybe I shall just get ready. I'm not planning on looking nice, but I don't want to look like crap either. Like I do now. I walk into the restroom and proceed to undress myself. Nothing really to say about a 20 minute shower, is there? I didn't think about anything in particular, I suppose. I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. I walk to the bathroom sink and look into the mirror. My brown hair drips. A lot. I reach for my hairbrush and begin to brush/part my hair. I simply blow-dry my hair and spray hair spray on my hair. Awesome.  I walk into my room and put on my casual clothes. I have plenty of time to wait. I guess I could have some breakfast. I don't think the café will serve any breakfast items, maybe, just maybe snacking items, but I think they are open to sell mostly coffee. Which is fair enough. I walk into my living room and get out my laptop. I haven't gotten to start a story quite yet, but I've got a few drafts going, I suppose. I think about breakfast and decide to brush it off. I should just work on my drafts. That sounds like a wonderful idea.

      It's 9:51am. I should probably start driving there. I throw on my socks and shoes and look for my car keys. Which I had found on the table. I walk outside and start my car. I'm hoping this place isn't a big let down. No, no, I'm sure it'll be just fine. Yeah. Don't try and make this a negative trip, Clyde! I get in the drivers seat and drive. It's been a few months since I've gotten my license. When I was a little kid, I thought driving would be real hard but... it's not as hard as I thought, I guess.  But, isn't there a lot of things we thought were going to be " so hard " as a kid? Eh. The café is in the downtown area, so it shouldn't really take too long to get there. Maybe about 5-6 min? Yeah, that seems about right. As I drive into town, it seems not too many people are out. I park near the café to be pleasantly surprised by the amount of people there. I look at my watch. 10:01am. Huh. I walk to the entrance where some others are waiting. It's not like a big crowd you see in the movies, yet a small one. Maybe 30-50 people? It's not like there are hundreds or anything. I push to the front and peer through the glass. In the café stands a short blonde boy and... well, the inside of the café. It looks really nice in there. But, aren't there more employees today? Maybe they're in the back.
         "It's ten! It's ten! Open the godforsaken doors!" Yells some obviously angry women. Man, she isn't happy. The blonde, looking a bit startled and nervous, opens the door.
    "Now, listen here-" the blonde gets cut off with people rushing in the doors. Of course, I get trampled over. The blonde rushes to the cashier area, and starts taking orders quickly while trying to make coffee at the same time.
This must be a disaster in his mind. I wait outside for the chaos to die down. I eventually walk back in about five minutes later when everything is mostly settled. A lot of people have gotten comfortable in the seating area, and some are in a little outside area. There's a few customers ahead of me ordering, so I get in line. It doesn't take too long for my turn to order.
"Hello, welcome to the writing café, what can I get you?" I look at the employee's name tag.
"Hi Phillip, I'd like an iced mocha. That's all."
"That'll be $2.18. Name?" I get out my wallet and give him the cash. "Clyde." I tell him.
"Thank you, Clyde."
"So, things are pretty crazy today, eh?" I attempt to chat as he prepares my mocha.
"Definitely! You'll never believe it, but, there were supposed to be 6 of us today. 3 at the cashier and 3 preparing coffee. 5 of which called in sick, leaving me alone. Insane, is it not?" He replies.
"Wow. Such a " coincidence " isn't it?"
"Hehe, yeah." He writes my name on my coffee and hands it to me.
"There a reason you guys write names on these?" I ask.
"Well, it's mostly because we don't want people accidentally getting the wrong drink. Which means, let's say you're sitting in the bean bag area over there. We have little trays to set your drink in. Some trays share drinks, so it's to make sure you don't take the wrong drink. Now. Does that make sense?"
         "Indeed it does." I tell him. I sip my mocha and begin to look for a spot to sit. I give up looking inside and go to the little outside area. The only spot that is open is by a taller male with a blue hat. He seems to be invested in his laptop. I take a seat next to him.
"Hey." He greets.
"Hello." I return. Nothing after that. Nothing really to say anyway. I get out my laptop and start doing my own thing. Which, of course, is working on my drafts. As I continue to sip at my coffee. I hear the other boy curse himself and tug at his black hair.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.
"No, no, no! I'm not okay! I just deleted the chapter that I was almost finished with! I have to rewrite it, it's NOT okay!" His face starts to turn darker.
"What website are you using?"
"Some c-crappy website that I cant remember the name of.." he replies. I look over at his computer screen.
"Oh! Don't worry, fellow, I can help you with that. It's simple. You just click here, and then here, and wool-a! Your chapter is back!"
I exclaim.
"Oh. My. God. You have NO idea how grateful I am for this! Thank you, uhhhh.." he looks at my coffee cup.
"Thank you, Clyde!"
"It's really no problem, I've done it plenty of times myself." It starts to drizzle.
           "Boooooo, rain." The male whines.
           "I think rain is pretty nice, most of the time."
           "Yeah, but we're outside. In the rain. And, I don't think that that's cool, dude."
           "I suppose so."
     As with many others, we walk inside. Some people walk to the cashier, Phillip, and start complaining about the weather and small area.
He looks even more stressed then he was before.
           "E-Excuse me, everyone? I'd like to announce that.." the blonde clears his throat,
"I'd like to announce that I do not control the weather. This was just an unexpected drizzle, alright? I also didn't help build this café, and I can understand why you are all upset, but please, try and stay calm and patient, alright?"
The room goes silent for a moment. Soon after the people start complaining around as people start leaving. Phillip sighs in defeat and keeps a smile on. I can't help but feel pity for him. I mean, the first day on the job, no other employees, and people are screaming at you. Must be really stressful. The rain gets heavier and thunder starts to grumble. Well, great. It's going to be " fun " getting home. Maybe I'll just stay for a while. Most of the people have left due to the weather, unfortunately. Well, I don't know if I'd say unfortunately, but whatever. That blue hat dude is still here on his laptop. A few others are still here, but eh. I look to Phillip's direction once more. He's not there. Well, I guess I could understand why. I sit at a seat and get my laptop out. Again.

     It's been a few hours now. I look at the time.
3:21pm. Maybe I should head back home? The weather has died down, so that's good. I close my laptop and start getting ready to go. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look behind myself to see the taller male in a blue hat.
     "Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for the help earlier. I really appreciate it. My name is Craig. Craig Tucker, and it'd be nice to talk to you sometime soon, Clyde." Craig hands me a slip of paper and leaves the café. I open the paper to reveal a phone number. It also says " call me ". Wow... someone actually gave me their number. I've never really had anyone give me their phone information, even if it's just their number. Or maybe that's just code for, I don't have many friends, boo hoo. I finish gathering my stuff and look around the place. I go to the cashier area and say farewell to Phillip and that I thought he was a wonderful service. I walk out of the door smiling to myself. I can't wait until next time.

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