Through the curtains of sleep, her consciousness arose, it wasn't the birds, nor even the sunrise that had awoken her from this slumber. Breezy grimaced stretching, her twenty-five years old, slim body, with corn silk hair, almost cute her dad would say. She had chosen to stay here with Donna, because of the quiet serenity, a population of less than two hundred, and an itsy bitsy crime rate. However, the town at the first of August turned into, chaos, thanks to the annual bike week in South Dakota. Mostly the bikers stuck to, Spear Fish, Sturgis, and the surrounding areas, but thanks to the Bison Bar, they had made this a routine stop. For the burn out special, one minute burn out, got you a free beer. Today though, she believed they were having that big contest, like how long you could last without popping a tire.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble.
Bbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
You'd think those bikers would have run out of rubber, yesterday.
"God, why did I stay up so late helping at the café? Because Donna asked you to that's why, and you're such a push over." She answered herself. She got up and went to the bathroom, taking care of business she turned on the shower to get it hot, brushed her teeth and checked the water, it was more than warm so she pulled off her sleep shirt and panties and got in. The water sluicing down her body felt like heaven, bathing and caressing her all over, she stayed in until it started to cool. She reluctantly got into hip hugger jeans and a bike week t-shirt, the uniform for this month, and pushed on some sneakers. No makeup now maybe later she'd get a chance to slap some on, she was late. Grabbing her keys, and apron as she went out the door, and crossed the road from the motel, to the Devil's Tower Café.
"Donna honey, why didn't you ring me, I would have been over sooner." She said tying her apron.
"Breeze, I was just thankful for your help last night with that crowd, as it was we sent half of them away, with carry out orders." Donna scanned the street. "Mostly this morning it's been coffee and a hello biscuit to go. Not too much booth & stool. We can do it." "Yup, no problem."
Breezy went to check the coffee urns and fill the Bun coffee baskets, filter, tear the packets open and carefully dump the contents in each basket, they had more baskets than urns so they could keep ahead of the rush, and after filling all ten baskets she stacked them for use.
The bell over the door rang, and she turned to see a tall, dark haired man in leather, with a bandanna wrapped around his forehead old style. He took a seat in a booth, after tossing his jacket into the corner of the seat he sat down, and stretched back. She saw that he had a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, made up of skulls, flames, bike engines. Just a few tats on his left arm, eight ball, lucky thirteen, and a naked lady. Wonder if he's covered in any others.
Breezy cheerfully greeted him, "Morning, welcome to Devil's Tower Café, could I get you a coffee sir?" she placed a menu page on the table, and waited.
"Black" he answered in a gravely voice, "And keep it coming."
She filled a large 16 oz. cup, specialty of the house, and returned to him.
"Have you decided on anything else, we have raised doughnuts fresh from town today, and pies also that aren't on the menu."
He looked up at her, appraising her cheerful manner, with deep green eyes.
"Are we always this perky in the morning?" He grumbled.
"I don't know how to answer that one, but are you always this crabby?" she jested. "Get up on the wrong side of the sleeping bag or something?"
"Probably had one too many beers last night, sorry for being an ass." He said apologizing.
"How about I get you a couple of Hellos and a couple of Tylenol?" she suggested.
She placed the order with Donna then went to the office cabinet and got two pain relievers. On the way back she filled a tall OJ for him.
