Day One

She had black eyes. They were beautiful, if not amazing. They were gleaming in the sunlight, but that was as far as I could see.

Oops, my customer is waiting, better start on his order. He was impatient, tapping his left foot. I wondered whether she’d still be outside the window when I was done. Probably not. She was pretty and was probably waiting for her boyfriend, the rich kind. It was a traffic jam in Wammy’s Coffeepot and we were providing the music with all our grinding, blending, shaking, mixing. The staff of Wammy’s Coffeepot was practically a band that came in 6 days a week, 5 hours a day, and for only $9.50 of hour’s pay. I finished his order with one final stir. As I handed him his hot coffee, I looked and found that she wasn’t there. Figures. Why would she still be there when she could be having fun with someone else, somewhere else.
“Excuse me, can I order now?”
I sighed and then turned in shock. I can’t believe it. She was here and I noticed that her eyes, weren’t black, but brown.