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Post by Dawn on Mar 14, 2016 23:46:05 GMT -5
Christa would stretch her arms as she woke up from her long slumber, glancing over at the clock she'd realize it was almost 12 PM. Oh my god, did I really sleep that long? "Bleh, I have to do Homework... Maybe I could goto that new local cafe and just kinda chill there. Better than chilling at home all day I suppose." Waking herself up, the'd go through her daily routine, except this time she'd change up her outfit a little. Wearing some Gym shorts and a t-shirt. She'd grab her purse and head out the door to the new cafe.
Upon arriving, almost all the seats would be taken, except for one. Dashing over to the booth, she'd sit down with a sigh. "Glad I came here when I did.."
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Post by ❤️ on Mar 15, 2016 18:25:14 GMT -5
Victim of my own good intentions ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ | her cane would tap at the ground as she pushed open the door to the cafe. she would smile at the barista and wave with her free hand, and walk up to the counter
"one large earl grey please and thank you," she would order, paying and leaving a generous tip to the staff. she was somewhat of a regular at their establishment since the move to San Francisco, choosing to spend a lot of her hours studying in the cafe. it was better than staying at home.
as soon as her tea was made, she would thank the barista and look around the cafe, trying to listen and see if she could grab a seat somewhere. it seemed quite busy with the rapid tapping of laptops and the sipping of moderately priced drinks. she would sigh and tap her cane to the ground gently in frustration. maybe she wouldn't get a seat after all. it's not exactly like she could see any free spaces.
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Post by Dawn on Mar 20, 2016 17:07:42 GMT -5
Christa would close her eyes and sip her coffee, thinking about recent life events and what she was supposed to do later in the evening when she heard a distinct tapping that wasn't present before. Looking in the direction of said tapping, she'd see a woman seemingly looking for a seat. "Excuse me miss, there's an empty seat right here." Oh jeez, I hope she knows where right here is. Ugh. Christa thought to herself as she had just realize that the woman was most likely blind.
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