---I'm just seeing if this goes over well:3 but if it does I'll add more, I insist that you keep reading, beginning is boring of course, critique please and (her name is Evening if you get confused)---
***Third person narrative***
The moon was showing pleasantly on a simple December night sky. Evening walked through the foot high snow like nothing, doing her best to keep up with her schedule and stay focused. She checked her watch frequently, nodding to herself as she did her best to stay on task. She bumped into several people, each of them nodding nonchalantly to her and one of them cursing quietly under their breath. Her beige coat did best to keep her warm, but for some reason warm was never enough.
As she passed many of the tiny shops that were common in the slothful town of Juniper, she came across a subtle candy shop, the sign above the door read Charlcie's Delicacies in glowing minty cursive. You wouldn't notice it at first, but when you realize that it's as noticeable, with it's brick walls and flat roof, as any shop on Kannon Street, you can't help but glance through it's windows and gaze at the minimal amount of unheard of candy that have resided there for who knows how long.
For whatever reason, Evening was acceptionally early to work today, whether it had been the caffeine in her coffee or the shorter shower, she decided to stop and look into the window for a minute. Her cheeks glowed a soft pink and her breath came out visibly smoky, powdery snow stuck to her hair like stars to a sky. Past the candy shelf that was in front of the window lie three tiny tables with two tiny chairs each and one bar with enough space behind it for someone to stand but not enough for two.
Somehow, she found enough reason to push open the red door that rested on it's rusted hinges in the shop entrance. As she walked in a little bell on the door jingled and the frosty cold melted off of her like snow. She pushed her hands into her pockets and looked around. On each table there was a mint green napkin holder and a plate on either side that was baby blue patterned, with a simplistic teddy bear in their center.
As she paced, the snow stuck to her hair melted into a black shining mop that lay on her shoulders as she waiting for someone to show up. She walked up to the tiny bar area and picked up a shiny silver bell by it's smooth black wooden handle and rung it gently.
Almost as subtle as the bell chimed, a boy rose up from behind the bar, he had remained unseen until then. He had frosty white hair but it was clear he wasn't old. His skin looked silky, but it was clear he wasn't too young. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen when I studied his obvious features a little harder. A golden bordered name tag was pinned to a bleached white apron he had around him. It read Server Luke in bolded letters.
***First Person Narrative***
"Fine evening." He rested his elbows onto the bar and stared at me, his eyes sparkled brilliantly. It first occured to me that he was talking about the weather a few seconds after this statement. I guess I must have appeared puzzled because he let out a questioning “hm”?
“Oh.. um yes the snow is.. cold.” He grinned a little and asked what I wanted. I found this unusual as he seemed to not treat me like a customer, more as something to amuse him. “I just kind of wandered in here actually.” I tried to sound more serious than I came off as, because every word I said seemed to make him chuckle a little inside.
“Then in that case,” He stood up, straightening his apron, and opened a cupboard above the bar and took out two delicately patterned mugs, “would you like some Hot Cocoa?” He held the two mugs gently. “It's good” He smiled. His smile and drew me in.
I smiled back and answered him in the most polite way I could. “That sounds nice.” He shuffled for a few minutes at the back of the bar, he pulled out an unlabeled jug with water and carefully filled a small pot. He left for a minute into a "Staff Only" door behind the bar and I took a seat at one of the small tables. Taking off my jacket and laying it on the back of the chair, the seat was surprising comfy, seeming to make me feel fresh and rejuvenated. I watched Luke come out and handle the mugs with various ingredients and creams for a few minutes before he came over and sat down.
“Here you are,” he sat down the the mugs carefully on two pink pinstriped coasters he took from a tiny pocket on his apron, “enjoy.” I looked into the mug to find carefully made out and textured creamy art that had been made into what appeared to be a small girl with a balloon.
“Woah.. that's amazing.” he looked at me like he didn't understand. I took out a wallet from my pocket and handed him a twenty. “Will that cover it?” He looked confused. He studied it for a minute and gave the twenty back. “No, I'm paying for the drink with that.” I replied to his unspoken question.
“No need, money is of no interest to me.” He sipped at his Cocoa with the first look of seriousness I had seen in his eyes, but the look ended as soon as it begun and he handed me a stick of peppermint, also from his apron. I peeled the wrapper off and stuck it in my mouth. “Trust me, you're better off without it.” I sighed and sipped the cocoa and nibble at the peppermint.
I set down the cocoa and tried to say things as amiably as I could, “If I'm better of without it you should take it off my hands.” I slid the twenty back to him. “Keep the change?” I questioned, hoping he would just give in so I wouldn't have to feel bad.
He looked weary at first, but that dissipated into a warm smile. “Fine, fine, but I'll have you know that this is against my religion.” He looked at me with a hard stare for two seconds before we both started laughing, being left with a giggly silence.
Mid sip of cocoa, I glanced at my watch and realized how late I was for work. I stood up quickly and and apologized for having to leave so suddlenly. I ran to the door and pushed it open, feeling the immediate rush of cold on my skin, goosebumps rising and face cooling, I realized I had left my jacket on the back of the chair.
I turned around to open the door again but my face met a brick wall. I felt the wall, unsure, but it wasn't there. Charlcie's Delicacies seemed to have walked off. I shivered cold and sucked on the peppermint before I thought hard about the reality of what happened.
I took the peppermint out of my mouth and stared at it for a moment, deciding that I would take that as enough evidence to come back to the wall on another day when I didn't have work or troubles, which could be awhile.
I stared up at the sky and crossed my cold arms tight as I walked home through the snow.
