Bella ordered her coffee and her croissant, before she sat down in a corner booth of the little shop. She straightened her black beanie hat a few moments after she had sat down and put her things on the table. The iPod came out of her ears, and she set it down on the table, knowing that there was no need for there to be any safety precautions on it, because even though she lived in the middle of New York, this was a very safe area to live in with only very petty crimes like an old lady falling over in the street and accidentally hitting someone with her walking stick. That was how exciting life got here, so nothing really bad every happened.
When her phone vibrated in her back pocket, she jumped a little, glad that her coffee had been on the table. It sounded strangely loud, as there was only herself, the staff and a fairly good looking male sitting across from her in this section of the café. The text on her phone was from Matt, and it read Hey, I'm gonna' be home late, work and stuff. Sorry x. Not even an 'I love you' or anything. Just a sorry and a lame old kiss. "Yeah, I love you too." She sighed quietly, standing to slip her phone back into her pocket, and then she hit it.
Her coffee was bumped by her body as she stood, and she cried out in pain as she scalding hot liquid burned through her jeans. "Shit!"
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