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Post by chaz on Feb 14, 2009 16:06:10 GMT -5
 today of all days amber had to go out. it was saturday for crying out loud. amber's eyes looked ahead. she had to go to the dang coffee shop for her boss. she didn't care though. if she finished this then she could go home and relax. maybe even get a few z's. hm that sounded nice to her. it was about 7 in the morning. what a joy huh? why did they call her so early? amber grunted in annoyance. sometimes they drove her insane. amber sighed. her blond bangs getting into her face. her hair was in a messy bun, she hardly ever left her hair so...messy. she took a quick shower and that was it.
amber looked ahead. "come on old man...so close to the shop." her remark was cold, today she didn't feel like getting up. it was saturday! valentines day! she sighed and shook her head. why her? why not someone else? she knew they were busy, but why her? today was her day off and she didn't want to be pulled into this crap. not today. any other day, well okay it depended on the day. amber's eyes looked at the man with the sigh for the news paper. she grinned and waved, motioning to him. she winded down the window. "how much sir?" she looked at him. the poor man.
she grinned polietly. she could bet he knew she was in a bad mood. though she keep a good grin on her face. "5.00 dollars...please miss." she blinked. he begged. 5? she shrugged it off. she handed him 30 dollars. she grinned. she licked her lips and took the one news paper. he looked at her shock. "see you later." she grinned and waved. then drove away. traffic had gone down a little. her car was so gross. thanks to the party yesterday. she licked her lips and drove into the coffee shop, waiting to find a spot. then a man moved and she took the spot with ease mind you.
amber's eyes lit up just a little. it wasn't crowded, which was good to her. she got out of her car and locked it as she walked away with her keys. money in hand. her eyes looked at the male who opened the door. "thanks." she chirped and walked in. not even getting a 'your welcome' or 'weclome'. she shrugged it off and licked her lips. she could go for something right now. maybe donuts? she didn't know. maybe. she looked around and glanced at a few people. she walked over to the counter, seeing no one in the way and she grinned. "what can i do for you?" the female asked. she looked at the order pallett in thought. what did she want?
amber frowned. then grinned suddenly. "oh yes. two caffe lattes please." the women nodded then walked to make it. amber licked her lips in thought.
DEAR AMBER:
today a small stop at the coffee shop.
pick up two caffe lattes please.
too many words on her to do list.
all she had was number here.
and too many thoughts to cover on.
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on Feb 14, 2009 22:44:09 GMT -5
Zeke strolled down the cement. Eyes affixed slightly ahead, but still look towards the ground - per Zeke. He wasn't the most confident person alive, yet considering his chosen profession in arts, perhaps there was a side of him willing to come out. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, as senseless as it may seem on such a partly cloudy day. A mild breeze moved the morning, and the humidity of Atlanta was only temporarily relieved. Knowing Atlanta in just his short time of visiting the city, he had come to find that such mornings usually brought along storms. Not these puny little rain clouds, but massive, tornado spawning, hell raising darkness.
He did know however, that there was a coffee shop just blocks ahead of him, and every little caffeine addiction sense in him started jumping. He hated morning - waking up period. Being woken up was the worst part. If he needed to be awake, his body would wake him up. This morning was a particularly awkward situation. Apparently, some couple enjoyed having loud sex at five in the morning, and staying in a hotel - well, the walls were nearly paper thin. He was tired beyond belief, but how can one person sleep with screams of 'oh yeah! harder! oh shit! oh! oh! oh!' From the ruckous they were making, he was sure they would have been over in just minutes.. But no. Once he realized they were marathoners, he decided it'd be best to leave.
The signage stood out from the building as he approached, a gratification filling him. It was so petty - but that was one of his many joys in life. Hot. Sometimes Iced. Coffee. Arrays of flavors, extra espresso shots, decaf, columbian, arabian and everything inbetween. From exotic flavors to good old dunkin donuts. Hmm, donuts - those sounded good too. He shook the thought off as he passed through the doors, and a smile graced his lips at the smell.
The wonderful, wonderful smell. It was nearly intoxicating. An array of beans, all freshly ground and brewing. There was nothing like it, and nothing that could replace it. Workers hustled behind the counter, the ambiance of the coffee shop giving off the feel of relaxation and comfort. As a college student, these places had been his closes ally when it came to studies. And now? Well, now he could really enjoy them with all the liberty of a regular adult.
His hand reached up, pushing the shades ontop of his head. Oh. shit. What the fuck did he want? The fatigue blocked his thinking. It wouldn't be a wise mans choice to come up with a decision on such matters. Yes, he almost took coffee that seriously. Someone came up. The typical 'hi how are you, are you ready to order' protocall. "Uh, yeah. A grande coffee." As he stood, he glanced to the right of him, catching sight of a woman who was waiting for her own order. Shit! Don't stare. That's weird. His sight shot back forward, hands still tucked in pockets.
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Post by chaz on Feb 14, 2009 23:05:26 GMT -5
"ugh."
yes the exact word passed through her lips. she was in a rush, well not really. amber sighed, her nails tapping on the counter in thought. 'what are the chances of getting killed?' amber wondered. then she shook her head. this was torcure. she didn't like coffee...it made her hyper as hell and that bothered her to no end. she liked it, but only the smell. the after works? no. she hated it. she got fired because of it. amber sighed. she had to bring that up. again. she shook her head and took in the smells of the place. it was nice. well to her it was. most didn't approve of the drink. amber did time to time, but she didn't take it often.
which it did keep her awake...but a little too much awake to her liking. amber looked ahead, blue eyes shifting around the place. how long did making these take? amber shifted a little. she continued to tap, then she heard a grunt. she glanced behind her, seeing a man glaring at her. she sighed. "sorry.."
[/font] she said quietly. but she knew he could hear.amber keep her eyes on the counter in thought as she listened to them in the back. then she looked up hearing someone say miss. "yeah?" her voice soft but stern. she wanted out of here. "i'm sorry...but we are having problems with our machines. it will be a few more minutes." at that amber wanted to hit something...or someone. alright amber was not that violent i must say. she can be but you know. amber nodded. "it's fine." today of all days this had to happen. amber sighed. she glanced to the male beside her, as he walked up. the female took his order amber watched him from the corner of her eye. she grinned seeing him look away. she looked forward, watching them in the back. she turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed over her chest. she looked at the male, keeping her gaze on his face. cute. that was all she could say. he looked familar. had she seen him from somewhere? she didn't know. she wasn't really good with faces, but names. okay i lied. she wasn't good with names either. she was horrible huh? if you were famous or just getting there in the world. his voice...she had heard it before. had she interviewed him before? "hi." she paused. "do...i know you from somewhere?" her head tilted as she looked at the male. his voice was stunning...a singer maybe? only one way to find out. she grinned. she looked at him, waiting for him to speak. it was hard these days. so many people she had to interview.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
DEAR AMBER:
today a small stop at the coffee shop.
pick up two caffe lattes please.
while waiting for them to clean up a damn mess.
too many words on her to do list.
all she had was 463 words to go on.
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