I wake up to the annoying infamous sound of an alarm clock. Looking at the blinding red numbers showing on the clock, 6:00. I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes with my hands, taking note that I should paint them later on.
I drag myself off the awfully comfortable bed and into the bathroom. I peel off my Spiderman pj pants and tank top after turning on my warm morning shower. When my mirror in my tan walled bathroom starts to fog up I make my way to the shower and let the steaming hot water make its way down my body, awakening my soar muscles from last night's run.
I wash my body with my rose body wash with those little colourful beads and wash my face with a acne resistant soap.
Then massaging my rose shampoo and conditioner into my dark brown hair heaving a sigh, it's too early.
After drying my body with a now damp fuzzy maroon towel I put on my clothes which consist of;
jeans, black flats and a 'coffee bean café' t-shirt.
I blow dry my hair and straighten it a little bit so I don't scare away the customers with my frizzy hair.
I decide on eggs and sausage for breakfast whipping up some eggs and frying them on a pan with butter and heating up some "Jimmy dean's fully cooked sausage" in the microwave.
After I scarf down my surprisingly delicious food I put on some makeup but keep it simple and make my way to work.
Conveniently the café is close and traffic isn't terrible so I make it on the dot 7:30. Opening hour.
I open the doors with my silver key and plug in the cord to the dusty 'OPEN' sign.
I take all the chairs and put them in their exact spot, sweeping the floors and rolling up silverware occasionally helping some customers.
In the middle of making a pumpkin spice latté for a woman with her child, the child rambles, "Mom I NEED those one direction tickets! Harry Styles is just so gorgeous!" She wails shaking her mother.
Harry Styles, when I heard her say that I flinched.
"NEVER FORGET!" My conscience mocks me. Ugh.
I was best friends with him, inseparable.
Until I suggested to him he go on the X-factor.
I was in the back with his mother watching him.
One day I was his best friend.
The next, a stranger.
I handed the lady her pumpkin spice.
"Have a great Day." I tell her but her face is too far into her brightly lit IPhone 6, she doesn't answer.
"stupid ungrateful people." I mutter under my breath while measuring coffee beans by ounces.
"what was that?" I hear a voice say, Irish.
I turn around.
"oh sorry, not to you, I, never mind."I stutter.
"Hi welcome to Coffee Bean Café what would you like today?" I ask taking in his appearance, jeans, t-shirt, white high tops, straight teeth and blonde, dyed, and blue eyed.
"iced vanilla coffee. And a Chocolate chip muffin."
"Okay, would you like your chocolate muffin heated up?" I ask while preparing his ice coffee.
"Sure."
I finish up his iced vanilla coffee.
"if you would like any creamer and sugar their is a table over their with everything you might want." I say motioning to the table to my right.
I finish heating up the muffin and hand it to him, the smell making my stomach quench with hunger, I eat alot.
"That will be 5.67." I tell the man with no name.
He pulls out a ten and hands it to me.
"Keep the change." He says grabbing the heavenly muffin and coffee giving me a smile.
"Thank you,...." I hold on signaling for his name.
"Niall." He says and disappears out of the restaurant.
Soon enough my shift is over and I head home leaving James to handle the store.
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