I always start off my day with a nice on-the-go mug of hot chocolate or coffee from a little cafe just around the corner of my apartment. I'm always by myself in the morning as well.
I live by myself. I've been living by myself for 3 years now. Once I was out of college, I ran straight back to my foster care home, packed up the rest of my things, and got my booty out of there. Now I work as a dentist. Not so exciting if you think about, but it helps to roll in the cash when needed.
Every morning is the same. I wake up, get dressed, walk to my teeny cafe, take the subway for approximately 20 minutes, and walk 4 blocks to get to my job. No biggy. And nothing new. Until today.
As I woke up I stretched my legs, and yawned while stumbling out of bed. 6:29. A minute before my stinkin alarm. I hate my alarm. I mean, what a great way to awake someone who is obviously not up for moving at all that day. Just splendid.
I walked over to my bathroom, flicked on the lights, and no surprise. I looked like a bird had a seizure and died in my nest of hair. " Goodness..." I murmured while observing myself in the mirror. I swiftly jumped into the shower, washed my hair and body, and jumped out, escaping to my room.
I threw on my clothes, put on mascara, red lipstick, and perfume, and grab my cellphone. Not that anyone calls me... besides my job.
Oh yeah, I forgot... I don't have any friends. Seriously.
Does saying hello to your coworkers count? I can only wonder.
By the time I got my shoes and jacket on, my shoulder length curly hair had already dried up. What an advantage .
As I walked out of my apartment, locking it, I headed down the stairs and began my everyday journey of walking. Approaching the cafe, I noticed a guy standing next to the door, eying me... the hell?
Curly locks. Black leather jacket. Plain white t-shirt. Blue jeans. And that typical bad ass smirk. Your common bad boy. Though maybe I shouldn't be so stereotypical.
Ignoring his glare that literally seemed to want to eat my soul, I walked into the cafe and quietly asked for my regular. The people around here expect me not to talk. Because I don't. I never have. Probably never will if I keep up with this routine everyday.
Once I got my drink, I scurried out of the cafe and took a sip of its warmth. I love hot cocoa. Especially on breezy fall days like this. Little did I know that leather jacket was still there, watching me, until I felt a slight tap on my shoulder.
I slowly turned around and eyed his grimacing face.
But he didn't say anything. I guess I will.
"D-do you need something?"
His smirk grew larger and I watched as he took his hands out of his pockets.
"Do I need something? Haha! You're funny!"
British accent. Great.
"I'm pretty sure you do though... how about an autograph! I don't think I'd mind taking some time out of my busy day. Do you want a picture with that too love?"
What the heck is he talking about? Who is this guy? He's taking precious time out of MY day... I don't have time for this.
Quickly, I walked past him and started heading towards the subway. I heard him chuckle. "Is this some kind of joke? I'm actually willing to give you my autograph don't worry."
When I started to walk faster, I heard his footsteps trail behind mine...
Here we go...