Malia had awoken in her apartment, getting ready to grab some coffee before going to her job later in the afternoon. It was a fall day and she had thrown on a cute white tank top with a cardigan over top, she also was wearing baggy jeans and doc martins with fuzzy socks. Stepping out of her apartment , the cold wind sent shivers down her neck, blowing her hair in front of her face before she spat out the hair that got into her mouth.
She ran back into her house throwing on a beanie taming her hair from being blown by the wind. Finally ready to go she started her walk to the local coffee shop, the lady who worked there knew her order by heart, also being the one who babysat Malia when her mom's hospital shift kept her too late.
Malia made her way down the storefronts which were all decorated with fall decor, leaves in piles on the sidewalk out-front the stores, the glass of the displays of the stores frosty, doors open to let the cool air into the stores, the smell of fresh baked bread and fresh wax from the bakery and candle making store wafting out onto the streets, luring the customers into the store to try the handmade bread and specialty candles.
Malia finally reached the coffee shop, the bell chiming as she walked in, seeing the smiling face of Barbra behind the coffee counter brewing the long line of customers coffee, the 3 employees running back and forth between the coffee makers trying to accommodate the new rush. The coffee shop was normally never this busy, but ever since the renovation of a little stage by the window, jukebox, and new booths the rush of customers has been never ending.
Malia walked up to the counter hugging Barbra before she rushed back to the cash register sweat dripping from her forehead, her apron stained with coffee grounds which Malia rubbed off her sweater before sitting down at her normal booth by the stage, where a microphone stand stood, along with a guitar stand and a set of drums.
Malia sat awaiting her drink, tapping her foot lightly along to the blues music that flowed through the cafe, daydreaming out the window the flurries of snow that had stuck to the window, the neon lights blinking faintly almost to faint to make out the words that the sign even said.
Malia's big brown eyes were wide, barely blinking as she stared, she was so lost in the sights she didn't even hear amidst the chaos that she didn't even hear Barbara calling out her name to grab her drink from the counter.... or that there was a certain tall, slender, brown eyed woman entering the cafe.
