Post by juliet on Jan 7, 2013 21:09:46 GMT -5
The rain pounded down, soaking the young girl from head to toe as she left her class making a B-Line for the café just a few blocks down. Most of her class was still waiting inside, the rain was coming down too hard to even really see three inches past your nose, let alone brave crossing a street. But with a bit of faith, the brunette stepped into the street running across the street, darting like a mouse being chased by a tiger, making it to the café in record time all things considering.
The bell rang as she entered and she smiled at the barista who had her order ready for her before she even came in. She paid and turned around, her eyes zeroing in on her table.
Now, it wasn't that Juliet Heart was a bitch, or that she was slightly OCD, but rather that she had a routine. Now usually, the word "routine" would be a clear cue to Jules to start running for the hills as fast as her little human legs could take her. But when it came to her coffee after a bad day, that was a totally different story. That was survival. She needed it to live! If she couldn’t get her caffeine fix she didn’t want to breathe another breath! And this wasn’t just the coffee. It had to be this coffee. It was superb. Light, but strong, and not burnt like Starbucks. Life juice. And it wasn’t just about the coffee, it was the entire experience of sitting, in her spot, with her coffee, that kept her going.
So, when there was someone sitting in the last table on the left next to the window of Milo's cafe, the very spot of The Hole in the Wall Cafe that she sat every Monday through Friday she was less than impressed.
Standing, coffee in hand she stared at the person taking up her seat. “Just take another table Jules. You're being ridiculous." She urged herself while going to take another table. But it wasn't right. The view was awkward here, she didn't like that. So she tried another, too close to the door, there was a draft. On to the third table, no, fourth? Nope. Finally she was standing over the person sitting in her spot.
"Ok. I know this is ridiculous but I need to sit there. It's just, I sit there every day and not sitting right there, where your butt is, is just... well it's not working. Is there any way I could get you to move? I'll even buy you your next coffee." She was begging. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
The bell rang as she entered and she smiled at the barista who had her order ready for her before she even came in. She paid and turned around, her eyes zeroing in on her table.
Now, it wasn't that Juliet Heart was a bitch, or that she was slightly OCD, but rather that she had a routine. Now usually, the word "routine" would be a clear cue to Jules to start running for the hills as fast as her little human legs could take her. But when it came to her coffee after a bad day, that was a totally different story. That was survival. She needed it to live! If she couldn’t get her caffeine fix she didn’t want to breathe another breath! And this wasn’t just the coffee. It had to be this coffee. It was superb. Light, but strong, and not burnt like Starbucks. Life juice. And it wasn’t just about the coffee, it was the entire experience of sitting, in her spot, with her coffee, that kept her going.
So, when there was someone sitting in the last table on the left next to the window of Milo's cafe, the very spot of The Hole in the Wall Cafe that she sat every Monday through Friday she was less than impressed.
Standing, coffee in hand she stared at the person taking up her seat. “Just take another table Jules. You're being ridiculous." She urged herself while going to take another table. But it wasn't right. The view was awkward here, she didn't like that. So she tried another, too close to the door, there was a draft. On to the third table, no, fourth? Nope. Finally she was standing over the person sitting in her spot.
"Ok. I know this is ridiculous but I need to sit there. It's just, I sit there every day and not sitting right there, where your butt is, is just... well it's not working. Is there any way I could get you to move? I'll even buy you your next coffee." She was begging. But desperate times called for desperate measures.