Eleutherophobia Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:46 pm
(Not amateur at all. Loving it thusfar!)
“Sarah,” she chirped, lying. It was conspicuously barren – a familiar sight to the girl, save the morning rush of those too busy to make coffee, too chic to make it drip, too boho to grind beans. A firing squad of derelict storefronts escorted the café down the two-lane gutter, and it seemed like only a short fall from nailing up the windows itself.
…Or so it damn well seemed.
“We’ve got really good pie,” she grinned back at him, letting her greenish stare hang before turning back toward the counter. Shredded orange high-tops squeaked against the floor. The noise almost drowned out wiry piano music lilting through the ceiling. Were there even apartments up there?
It was roundabout ten at night, and the menu was nothing but fridge-kept pastries. She coughed into her sleeve, and reached for a plate, moving toward the refrigerator.
“So, my story,” she returned, placing the plate in front of him, it now supporting a flaky brown crust that had been stabbed with a spoon and which was slowly leaking some dark berry. To her credit, it was good pie. The girl sat herself down on a matching antique, levitating with her hands on the armrests for a moment so that she could tuck her feet under the rest of her and slowly ruin the upholstery. Glasses had somehow found their way to the ridge of her nose – that Wayfarer style in tortoiseshell that had somehow remained popular for too long. They aged her unnaturally and cast glaring anti-shadows onto the high, freckled swell of her cheeks.
“I know the owner, here,” that was true, but in a weird kind of ugly way that the sentence’s simplicity kept hidden. “I’ve been working here for,” she put on a face like she was looking into a real past, “for a little under two years. It’ll be two come fall.” She leaned back, looking out the window briefly, catching nothing but a slow-moving sedan on the glistening road. “I got it, the job, when I started school over at CSU over in the Martins borough.” She met his eyes again, and thought dryly on his comment about the city. “You’re not from the area, are you?”