It was a cool, almost chilly day, I was on my way into work, that's when I noticed that I had made some interesting new memories.
These are memories I'm rather fond of.
The memories of meeting three amazing faces I could lose my way in those sweet memories.
The first was the Lady In Red, now Julia.
The Second was a beautiful blonde woman in a purple dress.
The third a striking brunette woman entered: grey eyes, patterned business-like dress, brown leather boots.
These three were the focus of my thoughts, I was always thinking back to meeting them.
They fill my mind with wonder, but at the same time I find doubt making itself known to me, as though it were sentient.
This doubt, was brought about by the encounter outside work, the lady in the night, whose sweet words filled a day with wonder and anticipation, but also brought in doubt, I liken this doubt to a snake slithering it's way up to my heart and squeezing all the good out leaving only darkness.
With these disturbing thoughts in my mind, I arrived at the front of work.
I quickly stopped myself from letting bad thoughts remain by slapping my face with both hands, once, twice, I told myself to clear my mind, clear your mind, and then walked over the threshold.
I didn't greet anyone because everyone was so busy so I ran to the back so I could help them out. People wanted their coffee and they wanted it now and quite frankly I wanted to get done with the first of the early morning runs, so that I could have a cup of coffee.
I really needed one myself. These thoughts were dancing around my head, making me worry about what was to come and what was not coming but that's beside the point.
I just walked in and things just got worse because there, right there, was someone else I couldn't stand in the changing room. No it wasn't Tim; it was a guy named Felix. Felix was a shift manager that I just did not get on with.
The moment Felix saw me, he put on his fake bright smile and greeted me with the usual "good morning", which made my blood run cold.
As I said before, this is someone I cannot stand, not one bit, but all I could do was reply with, "good morning" and ask how are you? Although I was ignored.
He decided to step out and say, "Well hurry up, we're busy." What I did was smile and walk to my locker, grab my gear, whilst I was thinking how I wish I was busy stuffing his head down the toilet because he is someone I really really can't stand.
I referred to him as Felix the stain on the floor and we've got bushy brows and Felix the stain on the floor so you can understand how my work environment is one that could possibly be considered a hostile environment.
Now from this part the way I'm going to tell the story from this point on is not from a narrative perspective, because I actually managed at this point to get other viewpoints of this and some I will assume. Bear with me and enjoy the rest of the story as it will continue more like a story with hopefully some better flow to it.
Denver, standing at his locker, slowly opened the door, before doing anything he sighed, "Why must I work with that stain on the floor?" he whispered to himself.
After a few moments of silence trying to clear his mind of the darkness, he got his gear and slammed the locker door, he looked at the door, its blue frame now held its own sense of foreboding.
Knowing that Felix, the stain was on the other side bothered him to no end, as he walked up to it, he couldn't help imagining throwing a bucket of water all over Felix.
With a small chuckle, he reached for the door handle that was cold to the touch, he turned it and opened the door.
Stepping outside into the hall he looked towards the counter.
It was busy, that was no problem, busy was good!
But Felix was bad!.
Once again he walked towards the counter, he felt as though he was chained and heading into a cage, the simple fact of a stain being in the same space dropped the atmosphere into shadowy darkness, that seems to consume all hope.
Denver walked in and turned his back to Felix and took the first order he could to avoid any chance of Felix talking to him.
This was going to be a long day, Denver sighed.
Denver felt he had made the right choice by not engaging with the stain and decided to abstain from dealing with him further.
In dealing with customer to customer, he kept a lookout to see if perhaps one of the four would show up. While still holding hope in his heart, he hoped that Julia would show up. He was quite fond of her with her dark hair that seemed to cling to her face. I wonder, would she still be wearing the same red dress or a different one? Perhaps a red or a black suit?
Denver thought a white dress would look lovely on her as well. Pink too, he supposed. With him not being the biggest fan of pink but if she were to wear a summer dress with flowers on, it would make quite the treat for the eyes. That is something he thought he would really like to see but more than anything he wished he could just see her again. To see that sweet face and those eyes. Although was he mixing up the eyes of one of the others perhaps? Who knows?
Whilst Denver was thinking about the eyes and whether or not he was confused with the others, he did recall something and that was that he couldn't remember what colour her eyes were. He wasn't sure if they were grey, or green, or blue and he couldn't help but stare into the eyes of the customer in front of him. The customer seemed a little put out by this and she stepped back a little.
She was a short blonde girl with braided hair but she had dark eyes. She wore way too much make-up but was still presentable in public. She wore an office suit; she was obviously on her way to work. He had seen her before but he never asked her name.
He said, "I apologise, something was just on my mind about eyes and your eyes just... well, we're there." With that he asked, "What can't I get you?"
She replied, "She'd like her usual cappuccino to go with two biscotti please."
With a smile he said, "Sure thing" and stepped to get it ready, looking back occasionally to see if she was feeling a little better, not too uncomfortable. He worried that he may have upset her but she seemed fine.
With her cappuccino in hand Denver brought the cappuccino to the counter where she was standing, handed it to her, and took her card. It seemed she was a member; put it through a the machine; everything went through no problem at all.
Handed her two Biscotti and she stepped away but he watched as she walked.
She didn't seem out of sorts anymore; she seemed fine, which caused him to sigh and release a really long breath in relief. You can only imagine what would have happened if she had caused the fuss over what he said.
As she was happily putting sugar in her cappuccino she seemed to be singing a little song, perhaps happier or something but Denver could not put his finger on what it might have been.
Either way another customer came to the counter and he helped her too.
There seemed to be a lot of businesswomen today though the one who came to the counter was an older lady. Not much to say about her except that she had a bob haircut that was so grey you could call it almost chalky slate.
She had very happy eyes and a very strong grin and she spoke with a very very strong voice and asked for a chai latte, of all things. He was actually expecting something more like coffee.
Quickly getting these thoughts out of his head, he took her card and put it through the system.
She was also a member, it seems, the second member of the day. Finishing up he got done sorting out her latte and handed it to her. Whilst his hands were still on the cup she put her hands on both of his and said, "I saw that perhaps you should tell the young lady you like her." Denver was generally shocked and blushed a little and looked away. "She's not the one I like," in reply, "but I think I'll take your advice." As she walked away with a smile, Denver was taken aback, stunned again, stuck standing like a scarecrow.