The Coffee Shop Caper
He was a square man sitting at a square table. His hair was neatly slicked back with what one could assume was a measured squirt of high quality hair gel. His shoes were neatly shined as they were every Tuesday and Thursday and his geometrical red tie neatly disappeared beneath two black lapels.
Approximately a half an hour had gone by since Neven sat down at the imitation oak table to sip from, what felt like, a half empty cappuccino. He doesn't use cream and forgot to tell them not to leave room. Which was unlike Neven. He didn't forget things often.
His life was remarkably un-remarkable.
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Carlie was fresh out of college. Staring down the barrel of the next forty or fifty work years of her life. It felt daunting to say the least. The only reason she came to this coffee shop was because it is the least scummy place to be in this general area...and she didn't mind the scent of freshly ground coffee beans.
The twenty-something had both hands cupped around a half-calf hazelnut latte. She was clad in a shimmering blue blouse but you couldn't see it beneath the black wool pea coat that hugged her curves. Between sips of the liquid energy she glanced down at her blank open notebook. She used it for work but on select pages were intricate doodles. It was all she could do to relieve the stress of her new job.
Carlie wanted to doodle something but all she could think about was her boss and pieces of the cryptic phone call she had overheard from around the corner as she was preparing to tell him she was going to lunch.
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Black bangs hung out from beneath the oversized hoodie of the same color. He didn't much like coffee but found himself here for the WiFi. But what the hell, why not get a coffee while here? He was sophisticated enough, he didn't need anyone's blessing to get a cup of joe.
When the scalding liquid hit his tongue he reared his head back out of reflex and then quickly surveilled the surroundings to make sure no one saw his blunder. As his tongue throbbed, he hesitantly took another sip of the vile substance just to confirm how vile it was.
But there was an attractive girl in the corner, wearing a fuzzy black sweater who glanced over at Thatius periodically, so he continued drinking, mostly to look cool.
A faint vibrating noise emanated from his hoodie pocket. He slipped his second-rate phone out of his pocket and pressed the screen lightly as to not aggravate the already cracked surface.
The name that appeared on the incoming text message made That's stomach turn. Which is saying a lot for a kid who thinks he's invincible.
Approximately a half an hour had gone by since Neven sat down at the imitation oak table to sip from, what felt like, a half empty cappuccino. He doesn't use cream and forgot to tell them not to leave room. Which was unlike Neven. He didn't forget things often.
His life was remarkably un-remarkable.
---
Carlie was fresh out of college. Staring down the barrel of the next forty or fifty work years of her life. It felt daunting to say the least. The only reason she came to this coffee shop was because it is the least scummy place to be in this general area...and she didn't mind the scent of freshly ground coffee beans.
The twenty-something had both hands cupped around a half-calf hazelnut latte. She was clad in a shimmering blue blouse but you couldn't see it beneath the black wool pea coat that hugged her curves. Between sips of the liquid energy she glanced down at her blank open notebook. She used it for work but on select pages were intricate doodles. It was all she could do to relieve the stress of her new job.
Carlie wanted to doodle something but all she could think about was her boss and pieces of the cryptic phone call she had overheard from around the corner as she was preparing to tell him she was going to lunch.
---
Black bangs hung out from beneath the oversized hoodie of the same color. He didn't much like coffee but found himself here for the WiFi. But what the hell, why not get a coffee while here? He was sophisticated enough, he didn't need anyone's blessing to get a cup of joe.
When the scalding liquid hit his tongue he reared his head back out of reflex and then quickly surveilled the surroundings to make sure no one saw his blunder. As his tongue throbbed, he hesitantly took another sip of the vile substance just to confirm how vile it was.
But there was an attractive girl in the corner, wearing a fuzzy black sweater who glanced over at Thatius periodically, so he continued drinking, mostly to look cool.
A faint vibrating noise emanated from his hoodie pocket. He slipped his second-rate phone out of his pocket and pressed the screen lightly as to not aggravate the already cracked surface.
The name that appeared on the incoming text message made That's stomach turn. Which is saying a lot for a kid who thinks he's invincible.
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