Quiet, serene and peacefull, that's how I saw it when I got this job. Beautifull smells, a cozy and well-mannered atmosfere, clothing out of old movies the sytle of black and white with a hint of red at the neck!
I looked over the well-cut counter, cravingly scouting the coffee shop I used to be in-love with. Now, I detested it. Deserted and life-less, it had stopped being a fairytale and had turned into a nightmare. The empy blocks and seats of the late hour didn't smell of conversations past, the windows didn't show me a sight of the magnificent moon shining its rays of light upon the "open" sign that welcomed customers in next to a bell chiming the tune of good-faith.
I told myself that. Because of the demon. Yet I did not believe it, and that really should have scared me.
I let out a construated sigh, lying down on the counter. The scent of coffee beans coming from the box touched my nose. It was warm, so very warm. I still felt this place welcome me, for it was the same. Warm, yet so very hot, and I knew it was only going to turn smoldering soon.
I clenched my teeth, an ugly grimase on my face, and slammed my fist next to the "Parluxe" bean grinder. A small bump followed, meaningless and unheard to everyone but me, yet it hurt, my hand aching afterwards.
"What's wrong with me?" I thought, holding my trembling hands before me as my teeth rattled, but I knew the answer. A grin escaped my pursed cold lips. "Maybe I'm trying to escape the coming wildfire by kindling one up myself..."
I kind of cant finish this a 2nd time, might do it at some point.
GangPug t1_iuh1nqo wrote
Reply to [WP] You are a barista in a 24 hour coffee shop. Every night at 3:33am a demon appears for the Dark Lord's latte. by WarturtleWitch
Quiet, serene and peacefull, that's how I saw it when I got this job. Beautifull smells, a cozy and well-mannered atmosfere, clothing out of old movies the sytle of black and white with a hint of red at the neck!
I looked over the well-cut counter, cravingly scouting the coffee shop I used to be in-love with. Now, I detested it. Deserted and life-less, it had stopped being a fairytale and had turned into a nightmare. The empy blocks and seats of the late hour didn't smell of conversations past, the windows didn't show me a sight of the magnificent moon shining its rays of light upon the "open" sign that welcomed customers in next to a bell chiming the tune of good-faith.
I told myself that. Because of the demon. Yet I did not believe it, and that really should have scared me.
I let out a construated sigh, lying down on the counter. The scent of coffee beans coming from the box touched my nose. It was warm, so very warm. I still felt this place welcome me, for it was the same. Warm, yet so very hot, and I knew it was only going to turn smoldering soon.
I clenched my teeth, an ugly grimase on my face, and slammed my fist next to the "Parluxe" bean grinder. A small bump followed, meaningless and unheard to everyone but me, yet it hurt, my hand aching afterwards.
"What's wrong with me?" I thought, holding my trembling hands before me as my teeth rattled, but I knew the answer. A grin escaped my pursed cold lips. "Maybe I'm trying to escape the coming wildfire by kindling one up myself..."
I kind of cant finish this a 2nd time, might do it at some point.