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« on: December 29, 2010, 10:24:45 PM » |
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The city buzz grabbed me. It always seem so busy, and I liked it. Standing 8th in line at Starbucks was boring, sure, but the thought of walking out there in my new winter coat and good old leather boots seemed too good of an opportunity to miss - particularly with a Starbucks coffee in hand. The traffic was pretty bad today but luckily no accidents occurred. As I waited in line for what seemed like a walk up the Great Wall of China, I checked my phone, the one that Mum gave me for my birthday just the week before. A pink Blackberry? Yes please!
I had already received 12 messages in just five minutes (from when I last checked my phone). 3 from work (ugh), 1 from my mum (ugh), 1 from dad (ugh), 4 from a variation of friends (yay), 1 from my desperate ex (ugh) and 2 from my boyfriend (yay).
I replied to most, and before I knew it I was already next in line. Good thing the girl in front of me just ordered something small, so I had my cash in my hand and I was ready to order.
“Hi, welcome to Starbucks. Sorry for the wait,” the seemingly shy waiter, whose name was Todd, almost whispered despite the open doors allowing the city noise plus the sound of glass and porcelain being dropped, and of course the sound of lattes, frappucinos, hot chocolates, cappuccinos, mocha's, tea, macciatos, espressos and so on being made.
“Oh, hi... Todd! No, the wait was fine, I was perfectly busy doing... things,” I lied with a big, honest smile.
He seemed to know. “Yeah, I saw you looking out the window and replying to texts. Anyway, what can I get you?”
I frowned. “Er, just a strawberry and creme frappucino, please.” I checked my watch to see if it was still early enough for breakfast. 8:23am. “And a scone, please.”
“Sure, just take a seat over at that table over there.”
I went and sat down at the table, sitting on the couch side. I put my handbag on the seat opposite me, waiting for my best friend to come. She was generally late for things, but this was too late; seeing as I was also late. By 23 minutes... Ugh. I went to text her, then figured why I should bother. She had obviously ditched me.
Before I knew it, Todd was back with my wonderful smelling scone and a not-so-fresh-but-yummy-looking strawberry & creme frappucino. I immediately dived at it, and gave Todd his money (of course!). But when I took the last bite out of my scone, there was a papery taste. I took it out of my mouth and saw it. It looked a bit like a fortune from a fortune cookie... but it was worse. Much, MUCH worse...
There was a phone number with Todd’s name in front of it.
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