Coffee Beans

**Gerard's POV**

"Right away!" said the girl behind the counter, folding up her little notebook.

I loved this diner. It was cozy. Two and a half walls were covered in windows. The wall behind the counter was brick and had a sizable mirror behind a selection of bottles. Yes, the only time other people came here is for cheap liquor in the evenings. I personally enjoyed the coffee.

The chick behind the counter had me a white mug of heaven in no time at all.
"Hey man, could you talk to me, my boss is creeping me out..." She whispered. She leaned against the counter on her forearms.

There was only one other man in the building. He looked like one of those greasy pedophiles you'd find in a Skrillex music video. He was glaring at me through bottle cap glasses. I swear I was hearing his breathing, and not the wind outside in the trees.

"Sure." I half chuckled.
"If you save my ass, the cofee is on me." She looked directly at me, diverting her attention from the man that was now staring at her butt.
I had to think for a moment. "Do I have to say something!?"
She rolled her eyes, "He's creeping on a minor. I'm only sixteen.
By the time she said that, he had come up behind her and gently patted her butt, "Back to work gorgeous."
I finally decided to do something. I straightened up in my seat, "That is no way to treat a young woman!" Oh shit, I sounded angrier than I intended.
The man narrowed his eyes and walked intot he kitchen, not breaking eye contact with me.
"What the hell is his problem?" I asked
"He gets a bit... lonely. No matter how many times I've said no, he insists I change my mind."
Oh God, this guy was really fucking in the brain. For one, she was a minor and he refuses to accept that fact. Two, who would want to have sex with him?

"Hey, here's a tip." I smiled and slid a twenty dollar note aross the counter.
She smield and stuffed it into her bra. "Thanks, man. I'm April."
I hope I wasn't coming across as a random guy wanting to get in her pants. Well, I kind of want to, but I guess she didn't want to deal with any pants getting in to.
"Gerard." I smiled. "I work at the comic book store. I sell my own comics for fifty cents to anyone willing to buy."
April nodded, "I guess I'll have to read them some time. Least I can do for the tip."
Fuck yeah! "Alright, you can take this home and I'll collect it from you in two days." I said reaching into my shoulder bag that sat on my lap. I handed it to her. It was a shabby looking comic. Everyhting was coloured in a written, but it was a rough draft so it was just sheets of printing paper tied together with some string I found in the back of my closet.
"I'll be sure to read it!" She smiled, flipping through the pages quickly.

"Oh shit." I said checking my watch. "I hate to leave such a beautiful girl on her own, but I have to get to work." I noticed I hadn't drunk most of my coffee. I quickly threw back my head and drank the rest of it in three gulps. Fuck, it was cold now. I made a face and shook my head. "Blah."
April giggled, "See you later."
I waved as I grabbed my bag and fled out the door. Wow. She was a very sweet gir. How did she end up with a job in a diner with a fat man that always managed to rub her the wrong way?
I strolled down the street in the cool morning fog to a shop on the corner. I fumbled around for my keys and unlocked the door. I loved the smell of this shop. It smelt like old paper and leather. Plush toys sat on a self above the counter. My comics were in the glass counter, lined up next to Batman and The Advengers. I sighed, how on earth will I seel these. I need them published but I didn't have enough money to get to New York.

I spent my day wondering about this girl. Why was she out of school? Why the job? Why, oh why.

Notes

More word vomit! :3