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As she tore through the entrance, she was greeted with the lovely sense of heat. Her legs sputtered to a halt as she was overwhelmed by the sudden change in temperature. Isabel caressed her arms that were so frigid moments ago. She found herself starting to giggle like a child or her old roommate, Sam, before her latest DUI. She lurched back and forth, desperately trying to regain her footing. The room seemed to melt away while she wandered into endless bliss.
“Excuse me, mam?” was all it took for Isabel to realize how ridiculous she was acting. Her eyes shot open to see a boy, so young he couldn’t be passed high school, with his uniform as unkempt as his hair. Isabel felt a surge of red filling her face while she tried to regain her poise.
He saw everything, didn’t he. Isabel though to herself as she walked up to the front counter. Being this close to the student, Isabel could see the perfuse sweat on his face.
Well, at least he liked it.
A twinge left a shock in her system after her last thought and Isabel felt the urge to run out of the store. Instead, she paid for her drink and grabbed the table farthest away from the front desk.
Isabel put the cup of coffee to her lips and felt the second wave of heat enter her body. As the warm liquid fell through her, Isabel sensed goosebumps evaporating. The smell of the grinds entered her nose and began to swirl around her head. Contradicting the comical affects of coffee, her eyelids lowered as a slow smile arose from her lips. Even though the day just started, it had been an intense one by now and Isabel thought it would be a good time to slow down a bit.
A couple moments after her fiasco with the “filthy” barista, the usual suspects of a coffee house house at 8:00 AM began to flood the scene: business suits whose phones seem to protrude from the ear; interns who just spent the night working for nothing and about to go back for another 12 hours; and aspiring writers ready to make the newest take on the “Capitalism is bad” moral.
Isabel didn’t mind any of them. She was too busy paying attention to the interior of the shop. For the last six years, Isabel had rarely lived 24 hours without stoping by one of these place yet she can’t remember the last time for stopped look at the decorations. Sure, they must have changed them over time, especially for the holidays, but right now they were rather pleasant. On almost every wall, there were stylized pictures of far off locations that Isabel knew she probably never visit in her life time. The columns were an off-white golden color, giving the essence of looking at the sun without burning your corneas. Every little brushstroke and trinket seemed to lead Isabel’s eyes across the room towards the diving wall between the kitchen and indoor seating which contained a picturesque display of lush trees and calm streams in parks she would not experience for the next several months.
This fact was deemed confirmed as she glanced up to the television above her which gave the weekly forecast.
“Well, there’s no chance in hell that I’ll be able to make it back home dressed like this.” Isabel begrudgingly stated as she looked herself over. She was just about reach her phone when...
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