Hello! This is the very first chapter to my very first book! I'm 20 and I just now found the courage to post my imagination train! I'm not perfect and it could use some more of something but I can't put my finger on it just yet or grasp the concept well but this is the first step. I appreciate all criticism especially constructive. But please be patient. Much love, Olivia.
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Coffee cups clanked against each other as Destiny Marshal put them on their proper shelf. It was late and her shift was over 30 minutes ago, however she wanted to help Barney, her night shift manager, close up the Café before she went home. Barney, as if summoning him with her thoughts, walked out onto the floor.
"What are you still doing here? I could have closed up shop myself. I may be getting old, but listen, little lady, I'm not incapable of-" before he could finish, Destiny interrupted.
"Barney, I know you are perfectly capable of doing all of this yourself, however, I still have a customer, AND I would just like to help you for a change" she finished her sentence with a lighthearted smile. Barney smiled, his peppered cheeks reaching each ear.
"Alright little lady, but you must go home and get some rest. I don't need one of my best employees tired while she's on my watch" Barney yawned and headed back into the manager's office.
Destiny looked around the Café, it was beautiful. Like any other Café or Diner, there were "bar" stools and booths, tiled walls, and large scenic Windows, however, that's not what made it different from the rest. It stood in a small town that was surrounded by a huge forest. The forest, although beautiful, and majestic, held some mysterious feeling. Not many of the town's people ventures too far into its dark paths. Destiny was different though, many called her brave, others would call her reckless or dumb.
To her, it didn't matter. She loved the wilderness, she used to go camping and she missed it terribly. Instead of fretting, she internally decided this weekend she would go. She had three days off and she decided she would spend every day wisely.
Destiny shook away her thoughts and focused on finishing her work. The Café was nearly empty this late at night. She looked up at the clock; it was nearing 10 pm. The only customer that was left was a nice diplomatic man who sat in a corner booth. He had already finished his food, he was sitting there reading the daily newspaper, while drinking coffee.
Destiny was becoming quite fond of him, he had been here nearly four nights in a row, so this had become a nightly routine. Yet, she still didn't know his name. Looking over the Café, she made sure there was nothing left to do. Destiny sauntered over to the coffee maker, her small frame made it easy to be grateful. She grasped the pot in a small fragile hand. Luckily, there was only enough coffee in the pot for one more cup. She made her way over to the corner booth.
"Hello, sir?" She waited until he looked up to offer him another cup.
As his head swiveled up, and his eyes met hers, she had to stifle a gasp. His eyes were a magnificent, electric blue, which was opposite to her own deep, dark blue eyes. His hair, a long/ short and jet black which was also opposed to her long, curly blonde hair. When her hair was down it reached down to the small of her back. His skin was tanned as if he spent many many hours outside. Destiny's skin wasn't much different.
His lips were plump and she could think of many things they could be at use for. At that thought, her inner core started burning with a sensation she barely knew. She had frequently been captivated by his features, ever since he walked in on the first night. But every time she saw him, it struck her like the first time she laid eyes on him.
Straightening up, she cleared her throat and buried the lustful thoughts. Destiny put on the fakest smile she could in order to hide her growing arousal.
Turning her attention back on the task at hand, "would you like one more cup of coffee, it's what I have left and I would hate to see it go to waste" she rambled. Cursing herself, she vowed to make her next sentence a little smoother. However, nothing prepared her for his reply.
"If I take that last cup of coffee off of your hands, I have one condition" he smiled. His smile was so brilliant it nearly knocked her on her cute little ass.
