22 January 2013
I lay back against the bed, my feet still wet from my trip to the beach and my head still spinning. I still felt like I needed to cry, curl up in a ball and never come back, but sadly I had a job to do. Work had to be done and I needed the money. Letting out a soft groan I grabbed my black uniform from the pile at the end of the bed, yanking my apron up quickly. It wasn't the best place I wanted to work, but then again it wasn't the worst. I worked at a small coffee shop just a couple of minutes walk down the road and I worked every day until midnight. It was late shifts but I had most of the day to myself and to rest. As I tied my apron in a small bow around the back, I walked to my front door, slowly slipping on my tight, messy black pumps.
"Let's roll." I mumbled, knocking the hall light off and swinging the front door open. As I slammed it behind me, I inhaled a sharp breath, the smell of sea salt and summers breeze filled my nose, a weak smile on my face.
It didn't take me long to walk to work, letting the wind rush through my hair, peace, bliss.
I stopped outside the cafe before I walked in, looking up at the little crooked sign above the door 'Betty's beautiful brew' The old lady that owned here -Betty Torres .- was a close friend of my mothers before my mother and father died. They left the house to me and as I soon to be eighteen, took it on. With the bills of a beach view house though, it wasn't the cheapest house to keep afloat, that's why Betty took me on, giving me all the money I could handle.
"Tessa!" She grinned, handing the small cup of tea to the lady in front of her. I sighed and let the smile cross my face as I nodded, making my way over to the till.
"Afternoon, Betty. You seem awfully cheerful.." I smiled, running my fingers through my long blond hair before slowly pulling it up into a right and neat pony tail.
"Oh I am-" Betty gushed, giving a soft nod to the customer before grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me into the kitchen.
"Tessa, this is my grandson, Andrew. He's stopping for the summer."
A dark haired boy glanced up from his laptop, smiling a little.
"You must be Tess.." Andrew pushed his chair back as his tall body slowly stood up, leaning over the table lightly.
His black hair lightly flopped over his eyes, his skin tight shirt gripping to his chest as his hands slowly slid into his jean pocket.
"Lovely to meet you, beautiful." Was all he had to say to make my stomach go wild.
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