Jake & Jenny
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She couldn't remember the number of times she walked down this sidewalk, saw that man on the corner and walked past without a second glance. The number of times she saw that woman leaning off the sidewalk with her hand in the air until she was finally picked up by a man she didn't know. Still, she continued without thinking twice.
Five minutes late she slipped through the door but didn't go unnoticed due to the bell ringing at the door that she had grown to hate. The smell of Chicago's best and freshly brewed coffee consumed her as she walked to the back room to put on her disgusting and very out-of-style apron.
She didn't like to be labeled or to label others. even so, "Jenny" was embroidered over her chest like she was some livestock being herded with tags.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" she recited. An older man was on the opposite side of the counter. In the corner of the cafe was an older woman. she wore everything purple except for her bright red lipstick and nails.
cute. Jenny thought.
The man brought the two coffees over to their table and brought a smile to the woman's overdone lips.
Once in an everyday routine you don't realize how regular everything really is, and you don't mind. But when something irregular happens, you begin to understand how much of a routine you've been in and how much you want to break free.
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