It was November 11th, and the weather was far to cold for the month it was in. At least to Emily. They had had a week, maybe two weeks of fall weather, before winter barged in and frosted the entire city.
Not many others were thrilled with the sudden cold weather either. Rush hour was slowed down by the two inches of snow outside and the street view was blocked by frost spiraling on the windows.
She had to walk through all that to get to her job, which consisted of waiting on people in a cozy sidewalk cafe. The "New York Coffee" was situated in a busy section of the city, a clever location by it's owner. If you ever watched Friends, it looked exactly like the small coffee shop that the group would frequently visit. If you hadn't seen it, it had several tables and a small couch area where people could sit. The counter was against the far wall, with coffee machines and displays for baked goods. It smelled frequently of muffins and hot cocoa when it got cold.
Speaking of cold, the small restaurant was filled with people trying to escape the chill outside. Steaming hot cocoa dotted the many tables across the wooden floor.
She herself didn't have the luxury of wearing a coat. Instead, she was in her waitress uniform, with a green apron and short sleeved shirt. Needless to say she was freezing.
Apart from her generic uniform, she was actually quite pretty. She had a slender figure, with long brown hair and light hazel eyes. Her hair was done up in a ponytail , and she had applied a light layer of dark brown eye shadow. She was also on the shorter side, at 4'10 instead of the usual 5'4 for an american woman.
The small bell above the door rang as another customer entered.
It was a young man with dark green eyes, who had short messy black hair that needed a small brushing. He wore a black hoodie and worn blue jeans, and was carrying his wallet.
He sat down at the window seat near the front door. She took notice and walked over. "Can I get you anything?" she asked. He was silent for a few moments before he replied. "One cup of hot chocolate and Coffeecake, please." he said with a smile. "And what type of Coffeecake?" she questioned, wanting to get his full order. "Surprise me." he answered. She stood there for a moment. "Alright then.. I'll have your food shortly." and with that, she went off to get the orders of other tables around the Cafe.
It wasn't typical for customers to leave their order up to the waitresses. From what she'd seen, if she actually followed through with choosing they always got upset. Not that it was her issue if they let her order for them. She greeted people entering, before heading behind the counter. One cup of hot cocoa, and her selection of Coffeecake...
She chose Cinnamon. Not that it was a good flavor, but it wasn't bad either. Then again, he did ask her. She swapped it for Strawberry, before heading back to his table with his food. The man was looking out the window even though the view was blocked with ice.
Not many others were thrilled with the sudden cold weather either. Rush hour was slowed down by the two inches of snow outside and the street view was blocked by frost spiraling on the windows.
She had to walk through all that to get to her job, which consisted of waiting on people in a cozy sidewalk cafe. The "New York Coffee" was situated in a busy section of the city, a clever location by it's owner. If you ever watched Friends, it looked exactly like the small coffee shop that the group would frequently visit. If you hadn't seen it, it had several tables and a small couch area where people could sit. The counter was against the far wall, with coffee machines and displays for baked goods. It smelled frequently of muffins and hot cocoa when it got cold.
Speaking of cold, the small restaurant was filled with people trying to escape the chill outside. Steaming hot cocoa dotted the many tables across the wooden floor.
She herself didn't have the luxury of wearing a coat. Instead, she was in her waitress uniform, with a green apron and short sleeved shirt. Needless to say she was freezing.
Apart from her generic uniform, she was actually quite pretty. She had a slender figure, with long brown hair and light hazel eyes. Her hair was done up in a ponytail , and she had applied a light layer of dark brown eye shadow. She was also on the shorter side, at 4'10 instead of the usual 5'4 for an american woman.
The small bell above the door rang as another customer entered.
It was a young man with dark green eyes, who had short messy black hair that needed a small brushing. He wore a black hoodie and worn blue jeans, and was carrying his wallet.
He sat down at the window seat near the front door. She took notice and walked over. "Can I get you anything?" she asked. He was silent for a few moments before he replied. "One cup of hot chocolate and Coffeecake, please." he said with a smile. "And what type of Coffeecake?" she questioned, wanting to get his full order. "Surprise me." he answered. She stood there for a moment. "Alright then.. I'll have your food shortly." and with that, she went off to get the orders of other tables around the Cafe.
It wasn't typical for customers to leave their order up to the waitresses. From what she'd seen, if she actually followed through with choosing they always got upset. Not that it was her issue if they let her order for them. She greeted people entering, before heading behind the counter. One cup of hot cocoa, and her selection of Coffeecake...
She chose Cinnamon. Not that it was a good flavor, but it wasn't bad either. Then again, he did ask her. She swapped it for Strawberry, before heading back to his table with his food. The man was looking out the window even though the view was blocked with ice.
He/Him
Trans/Pansexual
18
Work full-time, not on until evenings!
Trans/Pansexual
18
Work full-time, not on until evenings!