#seatstarter

Marisol glanced her client up and down, shaking her head slightly. “Hmm, I know spring fashion this year is a lot more, what’s the word  — bold. Even so, this statement sleeve is too much.” She glanced around, spotting another person nearby, “what do you think? yes to the statement sleeves? I personally think it looks like a drastic 80′s throwback.”

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Claudia asked, forcing a smile on her face. She needed to blend in, before her target noticed her and the camera in her hand. 

“Oui, maman, je sais ... Non, non. Il ne peut pas faire ça. Juste - s'il vous plaît, écoutez-moi.... Maman!!” Bea spoke on the phone as she got more nervous by the time. It was one of those days and she couldn’t wait for it to be over already. She had just came back to Seattle and was already regretting the decision of leaving France in the first place. Family drama seemed to follow her around no matter where she went and the fact her family -- more precisely her mother -- couldn’t figure things out on their own, really made it hard for her to simply live her own life. “Merde!!” The blonde groaned frustrated as she ended the call, dropping her phone on the counter, reaching for the glass of wine that she had yet to take a sip of. That was when she realized she wasn’t alone and someone took interest in her small exchange. “What, never saw a girl speak in french before?”

Willow sat there pondering on how to pass the time when a genius idea came to mind. She figured her friend would find her nuts but she didn’t really mind. “You know I know it might be crazy but I just love to dance in the rain... Wanna come dance with me?”

Cataleya ducks out of the bar, nudging past a lone couple lingering at the door. She feels... Pretty okay, honestly. It’d been a long day at work but the handful of drinks she’d tossed back had her feeling loose. The tension in her shoulders and between her brows were gone, replaced by a more relaxed sort of demeanour. 

“I’m sorry –” She taps the nearest person on the shoulder, an unassuming gesture accompanied by a smile, “But would you care to reach that book for me? It’s just… alittle too high. Normally, I wouldn’t ask… but I’ve been looking for a copy of it all day.”

“Okay, I come from a tropical country where it constantly rains... But then again, our city never had THIS much of rain.”

She subtly pulled her burner phone out of the pocket of her skinny jeans and lit up the screen with the click of a button. No new notifications greeted her and An gritted her teeth in response. It was unlike her boss to dilly-dally so close to the drop-off time, and it set her on edge with how unprofessional the old crow was being. Thankfully, an irritating ding distracted her from her woes. Shoving the cellphone back into her pocket, smoothing out her green apron seamlessly, An yanked the warmed cookie from the miniature oven and handed it off to the awaiting customer with ease. Then she turned to the next person in line and slapped on her cheeriest face. “Hi there, welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?”