A Token of Gratitude
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*゚:*:✼ ❀ — Gentle rain drops danced outside and tapped on the windows and doors of the cafe, asking to be let in. It was that time of day when the busy chatter shifted to a lull of customers while the employees began cleanup for the next busy day.
None of these sounds registered in the blonde’s ears. Laney sat at one of the tables with a book she had been working on since the moment she stepped in. On the table sat one and a half cups of finished tea and the remainder of crumbs from a biscuit she had finished hours ago. Had the contents of the book not picked up within the last few chapters, she would have disposed of her trash hours ago.
Just one more chapter, then I’ll clean up. But even this thought perished from her mind as she dove deeper into the plot.
It wasn’t until someone began to take her dishes for her that pulled her out of her trance.
“Oh, my. I apologize, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She closed the book and outstretched her hand to the cups and plate. “I can take this, I’ve caused you enough trouble.”














