Devin Anderson

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It wasn’t every day that Lena head towards the bar, but for some reason her free Saturday night meant that she’d try to go out, socialise, and see who she could people-watch. What she previously hadn’t realised was the amount of creepy guys also at the bar. There had been a group, older than her, but no younger, glancing over at her all night. Of course, Lena’s innocent mind hadn’t come to realise that she simply looked like a singleton alone at the bar.

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This was a project that Chana had been working on in her spare time for a while. She had always wanted to branch out in the industry. Not be known as just some pretty face but something more. This project was special to her. Something close to her heart. Not just because it was semi-autobiographical but because she wrote the script and was directing and producing it. She had yet to cast it but that wasn’t stopping her from at least starting to film. Adjusting the camera, she looked at the person as they entered the room. “Something I can help you with?”

Just like everyone, Ronan looked forward to the weekends, even though he loved his job he started to get burned out toward the end of the week and he needed to recharge his batteries a little.  He was looking forward to getting a cup of coffee and spending the day walking around town and checking out some of the shops, but his daughter seemed to have something else in mind.  He was in Cuppa Joe waiting for his order and the unhappy 5 month old would not stop screaming, and nothing he did seemed to calm her down.  Giving up, he turned to a nearby person and said, “I’m sorry about this, if I pay for your coffee will you grab my order when it’s done? I’m going to take her outside.” 

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It was days like today where River wished she had a co-owner, or at least a manager of King Candy. Not that she’d every really be able to leave anyone else in control of her shop, but an extra set of hands would be helpful when it came to inventory and making sure the orders arrived. And arrived in one piece. She’d spent most of the morning on the phone trying to track down bits and pieces of her order, only having received three out of the ten expected packages. Her mind was in a million and one places as she left Cuppa Joes, coffee in hand, and hadn’t noticed the crack in the sidewalk before stepping in it; promptly sending her stumbling over as she swore and dropped the coffee. “You’ve gotta be shitting me” She couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. “This whole day is some sort of cosmic joke I swear..” she grumbled.

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“If you’re gonna hang out in the garage then you gotta at least hand me the damn tools.” He slid out from under the car with a grumpy expression. “What’s the point of havin company if you aren’t here to help?” He stood up and grabbed the wrench off of his tool box before disappearing under the car again. “I gotta stop taking cars at my own place. Makes it feel like work when I’m a at home. From now on if someone wants work done, they bring their damn car to the shop like everyone else.”