The air was searingly dry, the frost feeling tightened my skin and pained my nose.
Winter always feels thinner and fresher,kind of a menthol effect, but I'm not sure how to describe it's smell-pine fresh?
Sighing, I dipped my head back- the hard plastic top that was covering the bench was covered in snow.
The music playing in my headphones blocked out any outside noise, my eyes felt weary and my body felt weak.
This week was rough, and all I need is to be alone from everyone and everything. I feel defeated, I've been trying all my life to get a perfect life and now-
I fucked it all up.
The tightness in my throat grew, every exhalation fogged the air with a drifting, ephemeral white cloud that had barely dissipated before the next warm breath condensed into another misty plume.
The music stopped and was replaced with a buzz, I looked down- a familiar faced matched a familiar name, my 'friend' from work.
Groaning, my shaking fingers were slightly above my phone screen- I was debating if I want to answer it, if I didn't it would be added into the list of missed phone calls from her.
"Ma'am I told you we don't serve that here." I said once again, this lady kept asking for the same thing.
Then she came back an hour later asking the same thing.
"I want to see your manager!" She spoke, folding her arms across her chest- her blonde hair shifting beneath them.
"Ma'am seeing the manager won't magically make us sell pie's." My hands held tightly against the counter, my apron tied snuggly around my body.
"I don't care, get your manager!" She shouted, everyone was looking this way- she's drawing too much attention.
"Y/n it's alright I'll get Larry-" Valerie mumbled, pushing her short black hair behind her ear- I grabbed her sleeve and stopped her.
"No, don't."
"Jesus Christ women theres two pie shops around here and you decide to go to a cafe and ask for a pie?" I snapped at her, she furrowed her eyebrows.
"I don't need some snot nosed kid-" she started, but I interrupted.
"I'm not a fucking kid, I'm twenty one years old-you old hag, get the fuck out." Pointing at the door, the women scoffed and made her way out.
Of course, my asshole of a boss fired me- he blamed me for it, saying that I caused the scene and that I shouldn't of yelled.
I worked there for three years, and now I have to find another job- I loved that cafe, the smell of it every morning when I walk in soothed every anxious feeling I had.
Maybe I really shouldn't of yelled..
The music resumed playing, a message slid into display saying 1 missed call. I brought my knees to my chest, resting my head ontop of my knee caps.
I would go back to my place but there's nothing waiting for me there, the same empty house I come back to everyday from work.
My cat went missing awhile back,I don't have family to visit- no one even calls me,and I don't even have friends to hang out with.
Valerie, she annoys me- I wouldn't want to hang out with her, her presence makes me wanna roll my eyes until they fall out.
Although, I wouldn't say that to her face- she's too sensitive for that.
I checked the time.
12:34
I made my decision to leave, staying out here in the cold can't be good anyway.
Following the half covered foot prints in the snow, it was my trail- my dreary eyes blinked a few times before looking around.
