Coffee Girl || Morrigan & OPEN
Making fancy coffee was nothing more than chemistry, and perhaps that was why Morrigan fancied it so much. Making solutions and mixing chemicals happened to be one of her favorite pastimes; though nothing she currently worked with was dangerous, she still invested all of her interest in the brews that she made. Unfortunately, the lack of danger also made for a lack of excitement and so Morrigan oftentimes found herself leaning against the counter of Chelsee's Coffee with her head cradled in her hands.
Bentley was a quiet town -- she appreciated that much -- but she thought the coffee shop would've been busier during the day. Did kids not skip school any more, or did they opt to stay home instead of roaming the town? What about bankers and realtors who relied on quick caffeine fixes to get them through the day? Didn't they need something to pick them up?
As she contemplated the silence lingering in the coffee shop, she glanced to the clock on the wall and gave a gentle tsk at the instrument. Time wouldn't move any faster despite her scorn, but an epiphany hit her just as the last little noise left her lips.
It was Tuesday.
Oh, Tuesdays were miserable! Everyone forgot about the gloom of Monday and looked forward to the reprieve of Wednesday, seeing Tuesday only as a buffer between bad and mediocre. The work that was unfinished on Monday was put off until Tuesday and then hastily drafted and edited during the lunch hour, meaning fewer patrons and much less interesting chatter.
"Tuesday shouldn't even exist," she muttered as she turned to face the menu posted on the wall above her head. "And neither should Monday!"
Consumed in her ramblings and her study of the quaintly named coffees plastered on the wall, Morrigan scarcely even heard the sound of the bell over the shop's door tinkling to herald the entrance of a customer.