She came screeching into her favorite coffee shop, wearing a smart suit and a bitchy face. She had lost her mother not even a week ago and as of today, her job.
She walked to the register furiously swinging her arms, digging through her purse for her wallet.
“What’ll it be Alice?”
“My usual, no, not my usual. Make it a triple chocolate mocha with whipped cream.”
Charlie was hesitant, “You okay Alice?”
“Oh I’m just great Charlie, but it just occurred to me we will all die someday, and if for me that day is today, fingers crossed, I’m not going to waste it on some wimpy-ass cup of coffee, got it?”
Her order he was not use to, though her sarcasm, he was painfully familiar with. Like a turtle retracting in his shell, Charlie got her that triple chocolate mocha and handed it over with an arm outstretched as if it was a ten foot pole, and got the hell out of her way.
Alice sat down, raised the warm drink to her lips, and closed her eyes…
Alice opened her eyes and saw the gentlemen standing before her.
“Seriously buddy, you do not want to hit on me today. Trust me.”
“Um, what I was going to ask was, Are you using this chair?”
Alice let out a laugh, “Ha, no please take the chair, it’s on me buddy.”
He took the chair back to his table which happened to be adorned with a beautiful blond.
Alice looked snidely over at the couple and thought, I knew when I hit rock bottom there would be a hot blond waiting to point and laugh at me.
A half hour passed and the gentlemen returned the chair and carefully placed a napkin on her table as he left.
Alice thought, great I’ve got something smudged across my face, perfect! She picked up the napkin and there was his number in blazing blue ink.
Seriously, who leaves their number on a napkin? This guy’s a joke.
She walked out of the coffee shop without neglecting to slip a few bucks in the tip jar for Charlie. She figured he had earned it today.
Alice walked up the steps to her apartment, slipped into her hideous sweat pants, plopped herself on the couch, flipped on the TV and began to devour The Food Network.
This will be good, being unemployed, at least I’ll finally get some TV time.
Her phone began to buzz, she peeled her mother’s hand-made quilt off, walked over to her purse and began to rummage through gum wrappers and tampons.
“Phone, phone, where are you?”
The phone stopped buzzing and there it was the napkin.
She twirled the napkin through her fingers until the ink almost wore off
And then did something very un-Alice like. She dialed the number.
This post was inspired by Write on Edge. We were asked to introduce a romantic character. I did go slightly over the word limit, I apologize.
If I may so bold as to ask for your help: In this piece Alice has a lot of thoughts, that are not necessarily quotes, I wasn't sure how to address this issue. On most of them I just ended or began the sentence with "She thought." Any guidance on how to appropriately include thoughts would be so appreciated.
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