The freezing wind – wild and reckless, nipped and bit at the faces of passersby like an untamed animal. It attacked and abused the layers of clothes they were sporting, barely protecting them from the chilling aftermath of the bitter cold wind. Scarves were pulled tighter around necks and jackets latched on to their owners bodies like they were clinging for dear life. Nobody stopped to converse though, subconsciously fearing the absence of warmth leaving his or her body in their wake in what seemed to be an arctic wasteland.
The melodic chime of a bell broke through the sound of silence. Its ringing like a safe –haven to those slowly freezing to their deaths. A warm glow washed over the pavement in contrast to the darkening surroundings that were an inevitable effect of a day finally coming to an end. The glow seemed to embrace these passersby with an opening embrace ones mother would give them, giving promises of security and warmth, which they gladly accepted.
Inside, the overwhelming smells of coffee, chocolate and sweet deserts filled the room with a pleasant aroma. A large crowd of waiting customers conversed at their small wooden coffee tables, sinking into large crimson armchairs that were like forming comfortably to them like second skins. Employees called out orders with an informative tone, placing steaming mugs of hot chocolate onto the bench tops waiting for their owners to collect them while other employees wondered around keeping an eye out for drained mugs and crumb-filled plates.
A girl with long, curly dark brown hair sat by herself in the furthest, quietest corner of the room. Her long slender fingers gripped her mug, as if she was able to absorb the warmth from the mug into her palms and up through her chilled body. She had only just arrived in the towns most popular coffee shop Liquid Gold and was still feeling the effects of the weather outside. Her fleece-lined jacket and her woolly scarf and beanie had been taken off though in a feeble attempt to warm herself by the shop's fire.
Her eyes were instantly drawn to the swirling brown vortex of her English-Breakfast Tea - a favourite of hers - which she had just unloaded 3 teaspoons of sugar and stirred to give her a sugar hit for the night. She was never a fan of coffee, although her friends had urged her to have it many times. She just never liked the strong bitter taste that coffee would give her. Lifting the mug to her lips she took her first sip and felt the warmth shoot straight down into her stomach and radiate throughought her whole body.
The chime of the shops bell suddenly caught her attention - and for good reason.
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Story Starters - Sunlight
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