Feb 4, 2017
Gone Writer | TheTeddyBearBoss
The shop was relatively empty, which shocked Furia because it had some of the most comfortable seating in the city. The leather arm chair was big enough that she could curl up and comfy enough that it felt like a big hug. Plus the coffee was on point and the dessert selection impressive. Their fruit strudels, today was peach, were to die for.
Her gaze moved from the blank wall in the alley across the street to the notebook in her hands. The doodle had taken a turn on her, but she was liking the design if the words haunted her: “I don’t feel real anymore.”
The boss was oblivious to comings and goings of other customers, nor did she try to hide or disguise her art.