Post by dev on Oct 22, 2007 16:39:57 GMT -5
He loved the mornings. That brief time after all of the small chores and prep work had been finished, the shop cleaned and made up for the customers that would meander in throughout the day. The air was tinted with the refined smell of coffee, the first pot of the day slowly simmering, warming and awakening the smell of such an earthy drink. Even the musty smell of old books attributed to the atmosphere. An atmosphere that Dev had worked hard to create, to keep going. It was his first possession, and quite an undertaking it had been.
No where in the months he’d spent being nothing more than being a miserable wretch had he thought that he might find some distraction, an outlet to emotions he no longer wanted to feel. But he needed to get out of an empty apartment that held nothing more than forgotten promises. And sitting here, alone within the small café, Dev was able to truly forget. The noise of the early birds was blocked off by the door closed up front, and he hadn’t bothered to turn on the light music that would filter through the shop once customers started to arrive. All he did was sit there, cradling a warm cup of coffee and allowing himself a moment of rest before he let in the tide.
Thoughts of success weren’t really his goal in opening the café. There was no way his small little place could steal away the clientele that flocked to star bucks or Tim Hortins. But he was starting to see the odd customer return day after day to pick up their spiced tea or foreign coffee, those who had found that they liked the small little shop enough to return. That alone was enough of a comfort to make Dev enjoy working everyday. Which was good, he still hadn’t found much for staff to help him run the shop.
The soft chime of a clock brought with it the command of time. His half-finished cup would have to be hidden behind the counter, waiting as he walked towards the front of the shop to open the latch and flick the sign over. Open. Another day, another adventure (hopefully).
No where in the months he’d spent being nothing more than being a miserable wretch had he thought that he might find some distraction, an outlet to emotions he no longer wanted to feel. But he needed to get out of an empty apartment that held nothing more than forgotten promises. And sitting here, alone within the small café, Dev was able to truly forget. The noise of the early birds was blocked off by the door closed up front, and he hadn’t bothered to turn on the light music that would filter through the shop once customers started to arrive. All he did was sit there, cradling a warm cup of coffee and allowing himself a moment of rest before he let in the tide.
Thoughts of success weren’t really his goal in opening the café. There was no way his small little place could steal away the clientele that flocked to star bucks or Tim Hortins. But he was starting to see the odd customer return day after day to pick up their spiced tea or foreign coffee, those who had found that they liked the small little shop enough to return. That alone was enough of a comfort to make Dev enjoy working everyday. Which was good, he still hadn’t found much for staff to help him run the shop.
The soft chime of a clock brought with it the command of time. His half-finished cup would have to be hidden behind the counter, waiting as he walked towards the front of the shop to open the latch and flick the sign over. Open. Another day, another adventure (hopefully).