Will+Gus. A new beginning .
 Will dreaded Mondays mornings. It was a time when everyone needed coffee and would become ruthless when they wouldnât get it straight away. This forced Will to open up the Patio so that the waiting customers would have somewhere to sit. Also, Will would open the patio early so that they she could shift most of the rudely annoying customers outside where they didnât stress her out as much. For some reason Mondayâs where the day when everyone had absolutely no patience and tended to take it out on Will. If that wasnât stressful enough, Willâs co-worker always came 2 hours late on Mondays, coincidentally missing the morning rush. It didnât bother Will too much but obviously she needed help in the morning no matter how many times she tried to convince herself âI got itâ. Running the cafe was Willâs passion and she would rather be doing nothing else so she tried to never complain no matter how tough it got at times.Â
 After an hour of Coffee brewing and brownie slicing Will finally had a moment to exhale because the worst was over. The angry business men were gone with their non-fat cappuccinos and the smell of freshly baked brownies filled the air. Everything was balanced. But Will couldnât help but feel distressed. She noticed a burn on her index finger which she immediately ran under the cold tap assuming it was just from the espresso machine. As the cold water ran across her burn Will looked around trying to figure out what was wrong. Suddenly it hit her. The song was wrong. Will thought that the music was the most important thing in a cafe. It would give the place a vibe and set itâs mood, nothing bothered her more then when the cafe was solemn but the music didnât match. She wiped her hand of the cold water and made her way to the run down record player. She took out the record and replaced it with one that was reserved for the exhale after the storm. (which was what she called the hour after the morning rush) As Luna by the Bombay Bicycle club played Will smiled, everything was perfect.Â
The streets and sidewalks were bustling with people. It seemed everyone was out that and about that busy Monday morning. People talked and said hello, some stopping others in their tracks for a hug of recognition. Everything seemed to be at ease in Brighton that morning.
But in the midst of it all stood Augustus, weaving between people and apologizing continuously every time he bumped shoulders with a stranger. He was wringing his hands together, fumbling with his phone, and taking deep breaths. Just recently he had lost his job voluntarily from that vile Record Store. Everything was so bland and out of order there- it wasn't what he had been expecting, going into it.Â
Knowing there was no way he could I've off that small salary he had made, Gus was on the look out for a new beginning in the working world. And he needed one- fast.Â
A few days before he had found himself looking through the local paper for job openings and strolling along the streets, peeking through windows for a "Help Wanted" sign. The night before that morning he had awoken to find what he was looking for. There had been a job opening as a barista, down at Will's cafe. His heart pumped rapidly at the thought of finding a job he might actually enjoy. It was what he needed most.
As he came to a stop in front of the cozy cafe, Gus took a deep breath before entering through the doors. A little "ding" of a bell rang sweetly above his head. Before he stepped in, music washed over him and he smiled. Just in front of him stood a winded Will, looking quiet tired from the morning rush.
