I am not getting stabbed in the name of Science All I wanted was six science credits, instead I ended up with a zany atrophysists (or two), a Demi-god, and all the crazy they bring. My life's kinda cool, even if I can't really talk about it.
The cold rain seeped through the many layers she wore, instead of finding warmth in her clothing choice all it did was trap in the cold. Darcy sighed, ducking under an awning and glaring up at the sky for a second. She was too far from the apartment to turn back now without at least getting some kind of reward for the effort of venturing out. With a deep breath, she pulled her hat down over her damp curls, ducked her head and shoved her hands into her pockets as she hurried through the still heavy foot traffic of New York. Her boots splashing in the puddles as she made her way quickly through the crowds.
The coffee from that place she saw several recommendations for online better be worth it, or else she’ll be short a couple bucks and soaked through and through. She’ll honestly be lucky if this venture doesn’t end up with her sick.
Ducking beneath another awning, she pulled her phone from her pants pocket and swiped her thumb across the screen, looking up at the street signs and nodding, satisfied she was almost there. One last glance at the crowd, she put her phone back into her pocket and darted out in the rain, not stopping until she was beneath the awning of the coffee shop she’d been in search of.
Upon opening the door she was greeted with a warm blast of air and sighed happily, stepping out of the way of the door and taking advantage of the coat rack just inside. She paid no attention to the eyes on her as she took of her hat, unwound her scarf and removed her jacket, handing them all on a peg by the door before shuffling her feet against the entry way carpet and making her way up to the menu board.
She has to pause and remove her glasses and use the semi-dry hem of her sweater to dry off her glasses before she’s able to actually read the menu. Biting her bottom lip, she gestures for people that came in after her to go first as she contemplates what she wants, eying a few other peoples orders before she nods to herself and steps up to the counter with a smile.
“Hi, how can I help you?” The server greets, and Darcy smiles.
“Hi, can I get a large caramel macchiato, extra caramel with whipped cream, a cup of chicken noodle soup and half a turkey club?”
“Sure, not a problem. Can I have your name?”
“It’s Darcy.”
The sever nods, and scrawls Darcy’s name across an actual porclean cup in some kind of chalk marker and rings her up. “That’ll be 15.50, it’ll be up in a few minutes. You can grab a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Darcy digs into her pocket, pulling out her debit card and a few singles, swiping the card as she shoves the cash into the tip jar. “Great, thanks. Where’s your restroom?”
“Down the hall, first door on your left.”
“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” Turning on her heel, Darcy hurries down the hall to use the restroom and wash her hands, she makes a face at her appears and peels her sweater off from over her t-shirt and rings it out before finger combing her hair. Deeming it was decent enough she exits the bathroom and heads to a comfortable chair in a corner, setting her sweater across it’s back just as her name is called.
Moving to the counter she collects her food and drinks and curls up in her previously claimed chair, fishing her phone from her pocket once more, she unwinds the headphones and sticks one bud into her ear, head bobbing to the music as she takes a sip of her coffee, humming happily as it begins to warm her from the inside out, she opens a document she needs to work on for Jane and sits in the relative quite and comfort of the coffee shop.
It’s one of those night that no matter how much she tosses and turns, what pillow she snuggles or what blanket she kicks from the bed, she just can’t sleep.
Darcy likes sleep, too bad it tends to run from her. But there’s something in the air tonight, a static charge she knows well and it causes a grin to tug at the corner of her lips.
Silently, she pulls herself from bed grabbing the fleece blanket at the end and her favorite pillow and pads her way out of her apartment and up towards the common area of the tower.
Setting down her blanket and pillow she moves about the kitchen with ease, silently and effortlessly fixing herself a cup of hot chocolate that has just the right amount of caramel in it that it’s like heaven on her tongue, an excessive amount of whipped cream on top and she’s set, returning to her designated perch just as the first clap of thunder rattles the windows and the storm rolls in.
Curling up she sets her mug down, reaching into a drawer next to the couch for the lighter she’d stashed there to light the few candles on the side-table, once her task is complete she wraps her hands around the mug, letting it warm her finger tips and settles down to watch the storm roll in
The cold rain seeped through the many layers she wore, instead of finding warmth in her clothing choice all it did was trap in the cold. Darcy sighed, ducking under an awning and glaring up at the sky for a second. She was too far from the apartment to turn back now without at least getting some kind of reward for the effort of venturing out. With a deep breath, she pulled her hat down over her damp curls, ducked her head and shoved her hands into her pockets as she hurried through the still heavy foot traffic of New York. Her boots splashing in the puddles as she made her way quickly through the crowds.
The coffee from that place she saw several recommendations for online better be worth it, or else she’ll be short a couple bucks and soaked through and through. She’ll honestly be lucky if this venture doesn’t end up with her sick.
Ducking beneath another awning, she pulled her phone from her pants pocket and swiped her thumb across the screen, looking up at the street signs and nodding, satisfied she was almost there. One last glance at the crowd, she put her phone back into her pocket and darted out in the rain, not stopping until she was beneath the awning of the coffee shop she’d been in search of.
Upon opening the door she was greeted with a warm blast of air and sighed happily, stepping out of the way of the door and taking advantage of the coat rack just inside. She paid no attention to the eyes on her as she took of her hat, unwound her scarf and removed her jacket, handing them all on a peg by the door before shuffling her feet against the entry way carpet and making her way up to the menu board.
She has to pause and remove her glasses and use the semi-dry hem of her sweater to dry off her glasses before she’s able to actually read the menu. Biting her bottom lip, she gestures for people that came in after her to go first as she contemplates what she wants, eying a few other peoples orders before she nods to herself and steps up to the counter with a smile.
“Hi, how can I help you?” The server greets, and Darcy smiles.
“Hi, can I get a large caramel macchiato, extra caramel with whipped cream, a cup of chicken noodle soup and half a turkey club?”
“Sure, not a problem. Can I have your name?”
“It’s Darcy.”
The sever nods, and scrawls Darcy’s name across an actual porclean cup in some kind of chalk marker and rings her up. “That’ll be 15.50, it’ll be up in a few minutes. You can grab a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Darcy digs into her pocket, pulling out her debit card and a few singles, swiping the card as she shoves the cash into the tip jar. “Great, thanks. Where’s your restroom?”
“Down the hall, first door on your left.”
“Thanks, I’ll be right back.” Turning on her heel, Darcy hurries down the hall to use the restroom and wash her hands, she makes a face at her appears and peels her sweater off from over her t-shirt and rings it out before finger combing her hair. Deeming it was decent enough she exits the bathroom and heads to a comfortable chair in a corner, setting her sweater across it’s back just as her name is called.
Moving to the counter she collects her food and drinks and curls up in her previously claimed chair, fishing her phone from her pocket once more, she unwinds the headphones and sticks one bud into her ear, head bobbing to the music as she takes a sip of her coffee, humming happily as it begins to warm her from the inside out, she opens a document she needs to work on for Jane and sits in the relative quite and comfort of the coffee shop.
