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November ****
“Good evening,” the barista said as she began to clean the mugs. It was getting closer to the end of the shift, but she knew her real regulars where coming later.
Jason sat down and laid his head on the table. “Triple shot straight…”
Nadia started to chuckle “Long day, bud.”
He barley lifted his head to respond to her. “Try a rough, long morning. The paper wants me to do an expose’ on someone.”
“That’s perfect!” Nadia said as she sat the mug in front of him. He pulled his red beanie from his head and began to shake his curls lose. Thick wavy and covering his ears, many of Nadia’s patrons –the female demographic—were either jealous of his locks or of any girl talking with him. Besides the barista.
He blew at the steam and took a deep drink. Jason let out a groan before he sat the mug on the dark grey marble bar top. “That’s the good stuff. It would be perfect,” he made air quotes around the word, “if the editors didn’t push the deadline forward to the end of this week instead of the usual month timeline that they give me. And I do not have a subject yet!” He looked around and noticed he was the only patron there.
“Early evening,” he said with a smirk.
“No, I had a rush before you got here, but just like you most of the sweet faces come later in the evening. One last rush of caffeine before the day is over.” Nadia said as she began to make her fruit smoothie in the blender. As the blender was going, she went to the machine and began to boil more water. Dani would be coming through the door any moment.
Black chia tea with a hint of coca and milk. It was one of the craziest orders that Nadia placed during the day, but she liked the creativity of Dani. She had been a photographer for years and finally got the break she had been waiting for…Her best friend a leading photographer.
Jason stood up and grabbed his bag. He moved to his usual stop in the café, the corner booth with the window view of the outside world. The looking glass that never stops reflecting. A writer with his nose to the pad, Nadia hoped his corner booth would help him find the inspiration that he needed.
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