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daisy always loved being the one to close her own bakery, she loved knowing everything was set and ready for the morning shift the next day and to be the one to balance the books. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust her employees, they were all lovely girls who were looking for jobs that worked with their school schedules; she understood that struggle better than most. If she was able to come in just to close and let them off an hour early then she would. her ear caught hold of the bells singing that the door opened and she let out a small tired sigh.

“sorry we’re closed.” in her mind she tried to remember if she had forgotten to lock the front door, she must have if someone had been able to get in. there was a slight sense of paranoia that didn’t allow her to look up right away in case she was being robbed but she forced herself to and her fear was quickly shaken off.

“Oh my god you scared me! I didn’t know you were coming in, you should have told me I would have saved you something.” she greeted her guest with a smile that radiated in the dim light bakery.

#providence.starter #assume any connections you want pls.

evelynnoelle:

It had been an incredibly successful day for Evelyn on the work front. After being handed a case of a house that had been deemed ‘unsellable’ due to its history, the young real estate agent had managed to secure a buy within two weeks of being given the responsibility. She finished up the buying contract before she left work and found herself The Jagged Yard for a drink. Eve could spend her time pretending she needed an excuse to drink when in reality, it was her comfort.

Walking to the bar, Evelyn waited for the bartender with a smile. “Hi, I’ll get two fingers of four roses whiskey, please.” She ordered before glancing to see she’d wound up stood next to someone. “And whatever yourself and they want. I’m feeling generous tonight.” She offered, turning to the person next to her to wait for them to accept or decline the offer.

“that’s incredibly generous of you, but you don’t have to do that.” daisy replied as she sat in the barstool milking her gin and tonic for what it was worse. it wasn’t a bad day, rather it was an okay day. her shipments arrived on time, the bakery was running as it was supposed to and she had set up her schedule on her Google calendar to her liking, it was a good day but it was in the those moments that she realized that everything was good but not good enough to not miss her mom. it was the reason for her need to drink for the night. she’d make it back to her studio apartment before the drinks got too rough, she had already made a plan.

“what are we celebrating, if you don’t mind me asking? it has to be something good right?” she asked curiously enough to want to know the reason behind the offer. “did you end up getting a good parking spot in downtown because god knows i need a drink after driving around for a couple blocks?”

#evelyn001

jjbennett:

Location: A coffee shop at University Heights Who: @providencepeakstarters

The rain fell on the streets of Providence Park which filled the sound of the café with a pattering sound, a sound that James very much welcomed. As much as he liked drowning the outside world with his headphones as he got lost in a book, there was something about the sound of rain and the quiet bustle of a coffee shop that pleased him. Then again, anything was better than sleeping on rocky ground with the sound of bullets and explosives all around. It actually took him a while to get used to the quiet sleeping in actual apartment.

The café had been one of the first things he found when he moved to Providence Peak. It was the first thing he tried to find, actually. He wanted a coffee shop he could visit on the way to work and perhaps somewhere to grade papers or just chill after his classes which was what he was doing now. The papers would have to wait though. Right now, he was too engrossed with Macbeth’s Act Five Scene Five soliloquy. Yeah, he’d read it multiple times already but it was better than reading Brandon’s lousy attempt of pushing the narrative that Shakespeare was a time-traveler. How did this dude get in his class again?

It is a tale told by an idiot - CLANG!

He found himself pulled out of his literary reverie to find someone having spilled the contents of their tray on the floor. James put the book down and immediately knelt, trying to see if there was any glass before turning his attention to the person.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked. “Be careful, you might touch broken glass or something.”

Daisy had grown too adjusted to summer break. While some of her friends were startign their new jibs or taking a gap year before even thinking about grad school, she had made the now-regretful choice of going straight into the MBA program right after graduation. she knew she neded a break, a break from school and a break from what life had thrown at her but she knew if she didn’t do it know she would never go back and she couldn’t do that. Not for herself but for her mom, it was the fire behind her every move and while she did appreciate it; she could have used a break.

Her mind was already running a mile a second trying to look over the required books needed for the upcoming semester and checking off the ones she was able to find for cheap or used. the heavy books teetered on her arm as she tried to balance her open wallet and her coffee cup in her other hand when her clumsiness laughed at her and made her trip which caused her coffee cup to come crashing down to the white tile floor along with her books.

“shit.” she muttered under her breath as the caramel colored liquid found it’s way into the books and she knew that there was no way of returning them now. “i guess i can keep them.” her thoughts reasoned with her and she knelt down to clean up her own mess. before the stranger appeared before her. “yeah just decided that i prefer my books with a slight stickiness to them.” her voice filled with sarcasm but mostly directed at herself. her hand was just about to reach for the broken shard that would surely gash her skin before she stopped herself at his reminder. “thank you, i didn’t mean to pull you away from your book.”