something quick, please [open]

[Nevvy]

Silver eyes pierced this little coffee place. I usually never left my little haven at Evergreen Ranch, but today I needed a little pick-me-up. But this person was being too long. I did not want to start tapping my foot, but I might. How long does it take to get something together for the customer two people in front of me? I rolled my eyes before starting to mess with my ponytail. I needed to get back. There was so much to do and only so many hours in the day. Here were people though, lounging around, lazing as if there was not a care in the world. But yes, yes there was. Horses and animals abound that need so much attention. A frustrated sigh left me as I looked ahead. Finally, they were gone. Only one more to go.

My ranch was not built up too highly yet, but soon I hoped it would be. Currently I just had my baby Champ. Tomorrow, though, two mares and a colt were supposed to be joining the ranks. They were all coming from different parts of the country, and I could not wait to see them. The two mares were Paints, aged four and five. The little colt, on the other hand, was a Percheron. He was a cutie, and I just fell in love with him. I could not leave him where he was. I came back to where I was and finally my boots clicking on the ceramic tile announced my arrival to the counter. Uh oh, a whiff of something caught my attention. A cinnamon roll and goosebumps starting appearing. Oh I wanted it. Finally, the cashier talked to me. Medium coffee, black, and oh what the hell, a cinnamon roll. Slow moving, that's what he was doing. I leaned against the counter, messing with the change on the pristine counter as he took forever again.

[poppy]

Andy was one for routine. If he had the early shift, which he had on wednesdays and fridays, he tended not to get his morning coffee until his shift ended at three o'clock. Those days he was more likely to be a lot more cranky. But, every other day, he started work at nine, or around that time, and had time to jump into Java and grab a cup of coffee. Being more or less Irish, he was a lover of proper Irish coffee, which Java did very well, but in the mornings when you needed a little pick me up, the best thing was a cup of thick, black coffee. Don't add anything but caffeine and water, was what his sister had always said. It was true, that was just how Andy took his coffee, very dark, very strong. Maybe he was a caffeine addict, maybe not. He didn't exactly get cold chills when he didn't get it.

Today was not an early shift day. Instead he had a good hour to get to his stable, collect Ash and be on his way, pottering around town. Stretching his arms in front of him, the young man parked his car just outside the shop, cut the engine and opened a door. He didn't drive all that much, he could walk to most places he needed to go, but since he owned a car, he might as well give it a run every now and then. Or when he really needed to use it, nothing would happen. He pushed open the familar door to Java, taking in the welcoming smell of fresh coffee. Best smell in the morning of any day. There was only one person at the counter, so Andy strolled up, hands in the pockets of his royal blue policeman's coat, each buckle and button polished to regulation, and leant against the counter, back to it, looking around the rest of the shop. "Morning." He greeted cheerfully to the pretty woman standing at the counter beside him, he'd always been one for conversation.

[Nevvy]

This was a coffee shop was it not? So what takes so long to get together coffee and a cinnamon roll? She could go behind the counter and do it faster, and probably better. Okay, she knew she had to calm down. But that seemed to be a little difficult right now. She knew she lived in a small town, and small towns liked the whole idea of just relaxing and letting the day float by rather than hurry by. But right now, I needed the speed of the city, not the back country rootin' tootin' slow day laziness. She turned around, bored with the change that was still on the counter and this time surveying people. Now there sat her kind of man at the moment. Looked like he was doing his work while he drank his coffee. He knew the art of multitasking. Next table over sat the stereotypical coffee drinking person in the movies, one who loved poetry and was deep and dark and silent.

She turned back around, the excursion of looking at peoples' faces to try and figure out just what they were all about put aside for another day. Her cinnamon roll mysteriously appeared in front of her, and she picked at it, nibbling at the sweet cinnamony goodness. All of a sudden a male voice spoke toward her, and she knew it wasn't the cashier with her coffee. Okay Andrea, none of your attitude, keep it professional. Should she add a southern twang to her voice, just to keep it original. She was in the deep south, she lived here, but she kept none of the accent. Morning. she stated simply in more a business-like tone than she would even like. She didn't mean it, however it just sort of slipped out. She looked over to see the guy standing there, kind of cute, really. But that wouldn't change her attitude much.