Coffee Beans

**April's POV**
I woke up with a start, practically coughing up a lung. I've been sleeping on my back with my mouth open and guess what? It's drier than a nun's nasty. I peeked over at my alarm clock. It was still dark outside, but the sun deceives everyone into thinking that it's the middle of the night but it's actually morning. 5:00 a.m. "Fuck" I coughed. It was too late to go back to sleep, but too early to get up. Work didn't start until 7:00.

After laying in bed for a few minutes, trying to produce enough spit to stop the coughing and the revolting feeling of a dry mouth, I decided to drag my ass out of bed. I sat up, my back cracked. Oh lord, it felt like a dream. As I walked towards the bathroom, I began stripping off my clothes. All I had on was a baggy t-shirt and a pair of underwear I really had no idea where they came from, but they were comfy. With my bare skin, I closed the door and turned on the hot water. The whole bathroom filled with steam in a matter of minutes which helped a lot with the dry throat. I slipped myself into the warm water and began to sing,

"Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen"

I loved this song. It played over and over at the diner since the CD we used skips at least 4 tracks. It was found on the side of the road and my boss wanted to 'lighten up the mood' so we got this emo music to play over and over. This song was by far my favorite on the album.

"And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living"

My hair felt heavy with all of the water that soaked into it. Okay, I'm wrinkly, time to get out. I turned off the water and reached for a towel. I pulled the towel around my chest only to realize a monstrous hairy fucker had made himself at home. I threw the towel out of the shower, only to slip and hit my had on the metal faucet. "Fucking shit!" I swore and rubbed my head. There was a smear of blood on my hand, but nothing to be alarmed about. I crawled out of the tub and found a different towel. I flipped my head over and quickly dried it, careful to avoid the back of my head which was now throbbing. I scurried to my room and threw on my uniform. A white collared dress with thin, vertical stripes.

*hour and a half later*

I took my apron in one hand, and my purse in the other before heading out the door.I kinda liked this neighborhood. A lot of retired rich couples lived her. Of course, this wasn't my house. This is where my parents lived. I was seriously insisting on house-sitting while they were gone in Vegas. The diner was just a block away from the house so I could happily skip to this hell-hole day in and day out.

I made my way inside. My boss was waiting for me. He was a greasy old man. Fat, sweaty, a 'barely there' pencil mustache, and slicked hair I swore he didn't need to use any gel on. He half smiled, "Good morning, beautiful." He squeaked.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, shut up . You know I'm not going to change my mind." Yes. He wanted to get in my pants. We had plenty of time with an empty diner so he's struck up serious conversations about weather I wanted to have sex with him or not.

As a matter of fact, I'm only sixteen. I dropped out of school long ago and I'm surviving perfectly fine on my own. He's not very smart and just assumes I'm legal age just because I'm independent. He must be thirty-five. God, he scared the hell out of me. As much as I'd love to call the cops on him, I needed this job.

8:00. Just int eh nick of time, a black haired man with hazel eyes walked in. He was wearing a black wool trench coat. Underneath he had a black dress shirt and a red tie that resembled something along the lines of tetris. He sat down and took his bag off of his shoulder. "Long black, please." He said with a smile.

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