The other party had read the text, for the screen indicated they were typing a response. However, they were taking a long time to do so. While waiting for the message, Jennie noticed the person's profile picture was rather strange. It seemed like a selfie, but focused on the face showing, tiny freckles which makes compliments her fair skin and her eyes are intense on the photo.
Jennie clicked on the picture for a better look.
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In the picture, she is wearing a necklace but still her collarbone was to be notice and Jennie suddenly imagined the scene earlier where Roseanne is dripping wet in the rain, as she was staring at Roseanne's photo she imagines a drop of water sliding down to her neck, and more drops had scattered across the front of the chest, and collarbone. It looked like there was a mole beneath the left clavicle; however, the lighting didn't help but Roseanne looks really sexy in the picture, which is all Jennie could think that time so she wasn't quite sure.
Jennie closed the picture with a click and returned to the chat.
The response that took Roseanne so long to type had finally been sent, and it contained only two words-
Good night.
Jennie nonchalantly replied: "Good night to you too."
Then she set her room temperature to 26 degrees Celsius, lifted her covers, and went to sleep.
The next day.
Due to the rain yesterday, the air this morning was refreshing and colder than usual. Unlike her chaotic university days when she pulled all-nighters, Jennie's current healthy lifestyle was nice and stable. Jennie had woken up at around 7:30 am and washed her face before going outside to run a lap or two. Then a little after eight, she took a shower, ate breakfast, dabbed on some light makeup, and was out the door by 9.
The path from her neighborhood to the shop was a simple one-way street. The sun had cast shadows through the interlaced branches of the lush trees that lined both sides of the road.
The shop opened at 9:30, but because of the recent hot weather, there were usually little to no customers before noon. Most of the nearby residents were hesitant to travel outside under the hot sun, and the nearby schools were in session at this time, so no students would be out either.
When Jennie arrived at the shop, she first wiped down the bar counter. Then she cleaned the machine and prepared the ingredients she needed in advance. She knew the shop's busiest time was from noon to three pm, so as the only person working there, she had to make extra preparations.
Around twelve, she received a message telling her the new batch of books had arrived. Seeing how there were no customers, and the location was only a few minutes away, Jennie decided to lock up the shop and went to pick up the books.
The weather at noon was scathing, you could fry an egg on the pavement, and Jennie felt like she was in a sauna. She tried to stay in the shade of the trees, but as she walked back, the heat flushed her face red.
She was only gone for a little while, but there were already quite a few customers waiting outside the entrance. Seeing this, Jennie hurried forward, and she tried to balance the books under one arm as she searched her pockets for the keys.
"Give it to me."
An arm stretched out from behind her and took the books from her hand. As the other person grabbed the books, their slightly cold hand accidentally brushed against Jennie's flushed skin.
Jennie glanced back.
It was Roseanne.
Jennie thanked her and unlocked the door. The shop's air conditioning soothed her skin as she walked in.
"Should I put the books directly on the shelf or set them down for now?" Roseanne asked.
"On the bookshelf, please. To the right of the second row."
Before Jennie could do anything else, the customers behind her had already started ordering, so she hurried to the bar.
Roseanne lifted the books onto the shelf and then sat at her usual table. She waited until the crowd lessened before walking up to order.
Before Roseanne could say anything, Jennie said: "Black coffee with no sugar, right?"
Roseanne nodded.
"No afternoon class today?" Jennie asked as she bent over to grab a bag of coffee beans under the counter, her light gray vest hugging her body's excellent outline tightly.
"There are no classes for the first week." Roseanne replied, tilting her head a bit. From this angle, Roseanne had a clear view of the other's soft and dedicated expression as she makes the coffee.
"You could study the materials beforehand."
"We'll see."
Jennie smiled, her dimples appearing as she softly asked, "What grade are you in?"
"University, year three." Roseanne looked at her with eyes half-closed.
"Year three is the most tiring one, and there will be an endless amount of coursework." Jennie said and straightened her body when her eyes carelessly wandered over Roseanne's face.
Ah, Jennie thought, so she really has tiny freckles on her face. She is really pretty.
