Post by andi ! on Feb 3, 2009 21:35:39 GMT -5
[/size] and i swore dear ,*
that i never wanted to be
any better than your weakest moment
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Eliza would openly admit it: She was a coffee addict. No day was complete with at least one cup, no morning workable without some high dosage of caffiene pulsing through her veins. Coffee was her favorite food. She couldn't function without it. And she wasn't ashamed to admit her weakness, her addiction. At least she didn't do drugs, like a lot of girls she'd worked with over the past few years. And she didn't party like most of them, either. Everyone was allowed a vice, and she was sure that a caffiene addiction was the least harmful vice that could be attributed to a teenage girl.
So she saw no shame in the fact that, despite the fact that she had only been at Stewart a couple of weeks, all of the employees at the local coffee shop already recognized her; some even knew her name. One girl had even recognized her from a commercial from a few months back, and always gave her extra whipped cream. Eliza assumed that it wouldn't be long before they got her drinks down, too: if it was a warm morning, she went for a double shot iced latte; a more chilly morning, and she took a skim coffee with whip; and in the afternoon, she would usually branch out with a chai tea latte. She liked most everything the place had to offer, but she was rather predictable.
This Sunday morning, it was particularly warm, the sun beating down heavily on the paved streets of Sacramento. Warm enough that Eliza pulled open the door to the coffee shop in brown shorts, a green wifebeater tank top, black flip flops, and plastic black sunglasses. Warm enough that the jog from her dorm to the coffee shop had left a thin film of sweat on the girl's light skin. Warm enough that a satisfied smile came to her face as the cool air conditioning welcomed her. And warm enough that she ordered a double shot iced latte.
She paid quickly, eager for her drink, rather upset by how busy the place was, because it meant a longer wait. But she dutifully shuffled to the side to wait for her order, granting the heavier man behind her full access to the cash register and the perky blonde behind it. Now all that was left to do was wait. With an impatient sigh, Eliza leaned forward, resting her elbows lazily on the formica countertop, plopping her chin into her hands. Well, at least it was cooler in here.
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