Post by max on Nov 4, 2006 20:28:58 GMT -8
"What are you drinking?"
Life was cold, harsh, even painful for some people... the dark-haired girl with the slanted green eyes and bubbly facial features sitting at the counter of the small cafe was probably just figuring this out. The place stunk with all sorts of fragrances: perfume, cigarette smoke, air fresheners, etc. A grouchy crowd came in and out of the automatic doors, old men with cigars in their mouths wearing old, smelly hats, possibly homeless, to young women with leather mini skirts and half an excuse for a shirt that seemingly could compare.
For Maxwell Parker, somewhere in this recently found source of hers called a heart, she was in just as bad a state as they were; of course not many people would believe this, her being in a pretty pink cashmere sweater and some not so cheap navy jean Capri's, make-up done well and hair long and silky. But Max was, believe it or not, in a terrible, terrible state. Probably not physically or psychologically, but emotionally. The freshmen of one of the neighboring high-schools sat at the counter on one of the red and white stools with her hands wrapped around the tail of the glittered white scarf she wore around her neck, she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the edge of the counter for further relaxation.
"Um..."
Max took a subconscious look at all the other customers and their drinks. Black coffee, soda pop, hot chocolate, and then her eyes scanned the dim menu boards and the selection of beverages they offered. Max didn't see anything on it that she really wanted, but there were a few drinks there that could've satisfied her. "Green tea, please."
"Yes'm."
A couple seconds later, Max was served her green tea in a little white ceramic cup on a smaller coaster. She took a light sip which filled her with a relaxed, warm feeling. Placing it back down on the coaster, Max entertained herself by tapping the sides of the cup while her hands connected in a circle around it absorbing the heat. A glimpse of fog showed in the sky outside the sheets of glass called windows positioned at the side of many tables for customers' pleasure and better exposure to passer bys, there was a possibility of it raining today. Hurray, enough gloom to last a lifetime, neh?
Life was cold, harsh, even painful for some people... the dark-haired girl with the slanted green eyes and bubbly facial features sitting at the counter of the small cafe was probably just figuring this out. The place stunk with all sorts of fragrances: perfume, cigarette smoke, air fresheners, etc. A grouchy crowd came in and out of the automatic doors, old men with cigars in their mouths wearing old, smelly hats, possibly homeless, to young women with leather mini skirts and half an excuse for a shirt that seemingly could compare.
For Maxwell Parker, somewhere in this recently found source of hers called a heart, she was in just as bad a state as they were; of course not many people would believe this, her being in a pretty pink cashmere sweater and some not so cheap navy jean Capri's, make-up done well and hair long and silky. But Max was, believe it or not, in a terrible, terrible state. Probably not physically or psychologically, but emotionally. The freshmen of one of the neighboring high-schools sat at the counter on one of the red and white stools with her hands wrapped around the tail of the glittered white scarf she wore around her neck, she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the edge of the counter for further relaxation.
"Um..."
Max took a subconscious look at all the other customers and their drinks. Black coffee, soda pop, hot chocolate, and then her eyes scanned the dim menu boards and the selection of beverages they offered. Max didn't see anything on it that she really wanted, but there were a few drinks there that could've satisfied her. "Green tea, please."
"Yes'm."
A couple seconds later, Max was served her green tea in a little white ceramic cup on a smaller coaster. She took a light sip which filled her with a relaxed, warm feeling. Placing it back down on the coaster, Max entertained herself by tapping the sides of the cup while her hands connected in a circle around it absorbing the heat. A glimpse of fog showed in the sky outside the sheets of glass called windows positioned at the side of many tables for customers' pleasure and better exposure to passer bys, there was a possibility of it raining today. Hurray, enough gloom to last a lifetime, neh?