𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃; t.chalamet

04 ⋆ 𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑨𝒀

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀

getting out of bed is my biggest struggle, and today proves my theory that i am not a morning person.

after my girls day yesterday, and considering today is "the day", my system feels completely exhausted before i even get up.

my whole body aches with anticipation of my mood cycles forthcoming, and i debate calling out sick.

but i never call out, and today wasn't going to be the first day that i did so. plus, being lazy will make me feel so much worse.

i make myself get up and turn on my lamp, swinging my legs out of bed as the cold air hits my bare legs. i immediately shiver and i regret ever undoing myself from my entanglement in the covers.

i put on a turtle neck and layer it with a graphic tee. to give it some flair i add two toned jeans, and of course i slip on my favorite shoes- my air forces.

i straighten my hair just a bit, add some mascara and light blush, and layer necklaces and earrings. rushing out the door i grab my keys, purse, and lipstick and quietly exit my apartment.

as i walk out of my building into the early morning, i tug at my jacket sleeves trying to protect myself from the harsh new york winds of october.

i reach common ground rather quickly, perks of being super close to my work. i sigh as i unlock the shop, the familiar scent of our signature coffee beans filling my nostrils.

i get everything up and running, and before i know it, my manager is here and customers are starting to trickle in.

everyone who comes here is guaranteed to come back. i've never met someone who doesn't love our coffee.

we're a really small business, tucked back in the corners of the busy nyc, but every now and then a celebrity will come in, and of course, we have a celebrity wall, decorated by me, and might i say, i am very proud of it.

our usuals are the first in line and a few similar faces are behind them. my manager christie and i are rushing as quick as we can on a saturday morning.

my job this morning is cashier and christie tackles the drinks, which is fine because i like interaction water anyways.

the rush of the morning finally settles down and i breathe out a sigh of relief, my last amounts of energy completely gone.

"hey, how are you today? seriously." christie asks me.

"i'm better than i thought i would be chris, but still upset and slow-moving. thanks for asking."

christie, or chris as i like to call her, has been like an older sister to me since i was in high school. she was a student at LaGuardia too, but i've only known her for a few years.

she found me crying outside of school one day when she came to pick up her sister the year that everything went down and we've been close ever since. then she offered me this job, and i happily excepted.

"good. i'm so glad," she said, and paused, looking out into the cluttered store, "you know, i don't know the guy that broke your heart or anything like that but i am still so sorry that it happened to you. you did not deserve that."

"thanks chris." just as i smile softly at her, the bell to the store rings.

i walk up to the counter, listening to the small chatter of the customers enjoying their company.

"hey, what can i get for you today?" i say as cheerily as i can, opening the square pad back up so that the customer can swipe their card.

"hey! i'm still trying to decide..." the voice states, and my blood runs cold.