It was a usual day, quiet, taking the walk into work.
Most of the doors on the street were closed with the signs' saying "Open".
Upon my entry I saw that everyone was on the far left of the counter and I was wondering what was going on but I paid no attention and went to the back as I normally would to gather my gear and get ready for work .
When I came back they were still standing here on the left-hand side of the counter. It didn't make any sense so I took a look, peeked over their shoulders, and saw a silhouette and maybe some blonde hair.
I thought nothing of it and went back to what I was going to do anyway.
I went to the front of the counter and looked towards the door to see if there was anyone coming in to serve but I couldn't help but overhear their chatter about the beautiful blonde girl in the corner.
I took a second look and didn't see anything; they were all in the way.
No surprise there.
Then I heard it said again: "She's looking this way." This was said by one of my colleagues. His name is Tim; you call him Fluffybrows; well I call him Fluffybrows not his face. However what he said was "She's looking this way," quite shocked he was.
All I could think to myself was "Of course she is. You bunch of idiots are staring at her, making her feel very uncomfortable. You might lose her as customer because of this, you morons." Of course I kept this to myself and just shook my head. I turned to the front and thought about the day before and the dark-haired beauty who was here just before this.
I thought two beauties in two days, not a bad way to welcome a good week.
I try my best to get myself busy with work, pouring a coffee here, pouring a drink there. Suddenly a customer ordered something even stranger in the morning: a beer in the morning. Something you'd expect from a Tuesday but nonetheless that's what they ordered, that's what they got. This cafe/bar serves drinks early in the morning, strangely enough. It's alright here; it's ok; it's legal. It says so on the bar registry.
All we do sell is cakes, sandwiches, various ways of cooked egg. If you don't like your birds well cooked, this is the place to come. Enough about that; we've got a really nice cafe, very nice barfront, usually the bar feeling with a cafe feeling in the back, but that's not really all that important. There's a glass front and it looks out over a very busy street. It's right on the ground floor but it extends up to the first floor. Not that I ever go there; it's more your VIP section. Simple labourers like me don't get a chance to go up there.
Despite all this I couldn't get my mind off two strange people that have been here of late, perhaps for the first time but I've noticed. For some reason I can't get that off my mind and the second one I even looked at; I haven't even looked at so I decided to take a walk around, poke my nose in where it doesn't belong, and have a look.
To my shock there she was, medium-length blonde hair, very beautiful blue eyes, strong jaw, then what seemed to be a purple dress. Must be a summer thing but strange for March though.
All this is happening. The day went by as it did. She came, she went but when she left, came up to the counter and asked what was all the commotion over earlier? I felt eyes on me constantly. Well I could just reply as well: That's your fault. You're looking the way you do. She looked rather shocked, by my statement. She turned and looked up over her shoulder and laughed and said, "You're funny." Goodbye and if she walked out, this had a moment that made me think of deja vu although I'm not sure Ifit applied in the case.
It was all interesting and of course Tim and all the others gawked at her leaving, which I also noticed because they're right around my shoulders, buzzing like flies, asking, "How did you get her to open up to you?" All I could reply was, "I just asked a question." Oh wait, I didn't. I was asked a question.
" I pity you fools, "I said with a smug face, and I went to the back to pack my things.