Chapter 1: The barista’s dreams
Gentle waves lapped against the Sandy shore. The poisonous scent of seaweed slithered up his nose. Chattering from the bustling crowd contrasted against The call of the scavenging seagulls. his sleeved arms rested on the cracked sandstone wall with a small sigh.
As he stared out into the distance. His mind pondered with curiosity as The sheer silhouette of ships seemed to disappear into the ghostly scenery. The gentle wind brushed past his wavy short brunette hair lifted in the gales as he sighed. Checking his ancient watch. "Shit..." he muttered under his voice.
He swiftly sorted out his apron, fixing his name tag. He hummed softly as he started to walk. Pushing through the crowds, he quickly trudged. The warm scent of baked goods combatted against the vile smell of seaweed. He moved closer, opening the pale white door of a small shack.
The warmth welcomed him, as a small bell rang with a gentle chirp. Tables and chairs were placed out in an orderly manner. Clinking of cups and cutlery filled the air. A young woman dressed in the same uniform waved at him. “Hello, Fletcher.” She chirped with a soft smile. He waved back, he walked slowly behind the wooden counter and started to check the stacking up orders. “You’re a little late.” She spoke. Fletcher rolled his eyes a little. “I know, the boss is gonna have a stick up his arse about it, Adele.” He chuckled. “Tell me about it.” She giggled. Her chocolate brown eyes stared back at him. “One coffee, please.” A small, mouse like voice squeaked. Adele turned her head softly. A old, ancient woman stood. She was dressed in the finest of pearls. Her curly, hair was a snowy white. She smiled.
“Of course, love.” Adele smiled, then she turned to get a cup. Fletcher wandered around, collecting empty and forgotten cups and plates off the scattered tables. He hummed softly, as he staggered into the kitchen. Filling up the lime green bowl with warm soapy water, he placed them in. Meanwhile She passed the porcelain cup which was filled to the brim with coffee to the withering old lady. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, her shaky arms trembled as she reached out for the cup, her necklace rattled As she gripped the handle, she hobbled off with a sweet, gentle smile.
The wise clock ticked softly, watching over. His striking eyes gazed over at the lapping waves from the window, his mind pondered, curiosity filled him. But then he was startled from the smash of porcelain. "Don't worry, I got it." She said softly before Fletcher nodded. "I may take a walk..." he replied, before heading out.
A gentle lullaby echoed against the thunder of the waves, it was soft and sweet yet hypnotic, he moved toward it as if he was entranced by it's sheer beauty. He stumbled toward the golden sand but then it stopped and he shook his head dismissively. He wandered past the now abandoned street, the glisten of the moonlight danced against the dancing waves. The air was frosty as it burnt his nostrils.
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