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Morning Coffee

History: The Laggards
Character: David Mell.
Claim: # 1. Monday.
Table: Weekly .
"warnings? Uh, no. I'm super gentle introductions.
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was a Monday morning, and many after a weekend somewhat crazy, returning to work and school with a great exhaustion on his back. The bad mood and traffic accidents tended to increase with the first day of the week, all the ceople working, one as a cashier, another as a janitor. The first organized the few bills that were in the cash register, and the other trying to do the feat of standing sleep. Apparently they could go without the boss knowing, and both were planning on leaving early when the bell rang and the two head tacked to the door.

The alleged client had lost face, as if he knew what was inside the cafeteria. The cashier ignored it, while the concierge who was stared for a moment: he seemed quite young. Well could go in high school, and be one ofthose escapees who used to nest on the streets for the inspectors or their parents would not find them. However, not wearing a backpack and wore no uniform. Did not give it much thought and matter, because the back door appeared a bald fat man: he was her boss. Employees immediately straightened up, settled their uniforms and pretended that the boy attended. He approached the box and just ordered a frappe. I took his hand in two minutes, and when he had become in his hands he turned and left.

Mondays had a soporific effect at all: in the cafeteria slowly began to receive a present that, with lto hysteria marked on their faces, asked gallons of coffee to the top of all flavors and sizes. This kept the boys occupied. Hopefully they spoke among themselves, because either one was listening to music or simply looked the other flies go back and forth. A few minutes later the boss came back and had to change places: he as a janitor and she as a cashier.

The same boy appeared in the afternoon. Only this time it reserved the table farthest from the case and requested an order for your stomach stronger. Very quietly took theespresso and nibbling occasionally the crescent that came with the combo. It was facing the street, and did not feel all the prying eyes of the cashier, who was just a homely girl who had no other way to earn pocket money. Finally, the client asked for the bill. She took care delivery personnel with a hidden note:


"Jenny S. 2836458 "
The boy stared at the paper for a few seconds, and pulled out a pen pocket. He scribbled something on the ballot, and put the money. The girl was to withdraw, and looked with some anxiety what hadwriting the boy. Her mood could not get worse since then:


"David M. I'd give a fake number, but not worth it. "