Willow Roth
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Post by Willow Roth on May 14, 2012 0:02:04 GMT -5
She loved this place. It was so... quaint. Ugh. She hated that word but it fit perfectly. The atmosphere was calm and comforting, and the food was good too. Though the service was slow. Which was why she was still sitting there, bored out of her mind. Reclining in the big red chair, Willow watched the barista behind the bar cooking her crepes. One hand wrapped around her Cafe Con Leche. The buzz of caffeine filled her and she wanted to do something. But she couldn't. She had to wait.
Still Willow tapped her fingers against the bar as she waited. At least the food was worth the wait. She practically drooled thinking about the food. She had ordered a Popeye's Punch and a Turkey with the Workies. Dumb names, yea, but they were heavenly. And they would fill her with enough energy to get through the work day.
Ew. Work. She didn't hate it, but Willow could live with out. Especially those guys that never tipped. Screw them. She made a face at her reflection in the dark wood. She hated people who didn't tip. She was pretty sure everyone did though, at least, those who worked for tips. As the weather came up on the news, she turned her attention to it, half listening. She hoped it didn't rain. Nothing sucked more than working in the rain.
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