The Coffee Shop || A Romance

Peyton Sarons was an average young lady with the brightest hair imaginable, a bright pink mixed with sunny orange. She was that girl you would see on the city streets from two miles away or 30 floors up. The old ladies from the local bus would tell her how she was getting too old for such hair, but she paid no attention to them. She recently graduated business school and was turning 26 soon continuously believing in more of a smart, yet enjoyable lifestyle. Peyton was not interested in continuing business school for more than the years she already had gone through but instead was ready to start her own business, a small coffee shop in a little corner of New York City. Coffee was her forte, her specialty, her memories of being a young girl. Her grandmother had taught her the true skill of preparing the perfect frappuccino, the most excellent expresso, and the most luxurious latte. She was well known for her vibrant hair, and her fantastic coffee but still lacked something small in her life. She had friends, but only those who'd she see every so often. Ever since her parent's death in a plane crash, she closed her heart to most people. She lacked that little bit of love to keep her going but did not necessarily realize it until she got hit in the face, with a coffee. . .