(Such high expectations. My reply will probably be no more than three paragraphs, if even that. Lordy, lordy, lordy. Time to start.)
The day was a beautiful one, the air had a crispness and the sun held its warmth in the air. One couldn't help but breathing in the fresh air. Noah stood on the steps of the University that she attended. Her class had just ended, giving her the rest of the day off. There was a lengthy report due within the week for one of her classes, and Noah planned to get it done as soon as possible. She wasn't one to procrastinate, as it only led to rushed work. She had very high standards for things like that, and she chose to hand write the essay before she typed it. That way she can revise and change details from the written work while she is typing. It was an easy way to proof read her own work. She had all the information that she needed to write it, as she had spent hours researching the previous day. Now the thing that she needed was a quite environment to set to work.
She frequented the Acoustic Cafe, since it had a home-y vibe to it. All of the staff that worked there were polite, and respected their customers. Noah knew about half of the people that worked there from school. It was considered a college hot spot to locals, but really it was perfect for everyone. The cafe itself was only a twenty minute walk from the University, so Noah decided to go on foot, instead of taking a taxi. Walking through the city was refreshing to Noah, getting to see different people and personalities. She especially liked getting to walk past the dog park. There was always a canine with amazing ability on the equipment that the city provided. Many people take their dogs to this specific dog park to train them for shows, instead of just letting their pets play around. Noah sometimes would just sit on a bench, and watch the skills of both master and beast. It probably takes a lot to train a dog to do such impressive things, Noah mused to herself. When she walked past the dog park today though, it was empty. Rightfully so, though, since it was around noon and most people were working. Noah didn't have to go to work until later in the day, when crowds came to the bar to have a good time.
Noah heard the rapid clacking of heels on the pavement, and she turned her head slightly, to see who was in such a hurry. There was a woman, who seemed in disarray, walking a fast pace down the sidewalk. She barley gave Noah a second glance before she called a taxi that was driving past. It stopped next to the slow walking Noah and the impatient woman. Water that sat pooling by the curb was thrown up by the tires, getting Noah's shoes and the lower part of her pants wet. The woman got in the taxi, and it sped off. Noah heaved a sigh. So, this was how her day was going to go today. Already a classmate of hers at spilled a sport drink on her coat, which was now hanging in Noah's personal locker. She was going to stop back at the school after the Cafe trip, to pick it up. She looked helplessly down at her wet lower half, and decided that nothing could be done about it. She continued walking to the Acoustic Cafe.
Noah rounded the corner and entered, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit her, teasing her nose with the sweet aroma. Noah breathed in deeply, and went to the counter to order.
"The usual?" Asked the woman working the counter, a smile on her face. Noah nodded, also smiling, and she handed the woman money. In return she got her drink. There was a loud group of women near the table that Noah always sat at, but Noah didn't really mind. They looked as if they would be done soon, so Noah sat at her table anyways. She sat down her steaming drink, and took out her utensils. A fresh notebook sat on the table, with a sharpened pencil. She also had a couple pieces of paper with information, in case she needed to back up her writing with facts. Noah set to work, zeroing in on her paper, no longer paying much attention to anyone else in the Cafe. When she had almost three pages written, a chorus of chairs being scooted back sounded. Then almost seconds later, her table was upset, sending her coffee forward. Completely soaking Noah's front, and her papers. Her jaw dropped, and she looked over to see the culprit on the floor. He also was covered in a dark brew, and he looked like he landed pretty hard. Noah winced and stood. She quickly picked up the papers, hoping that they could be salvaged, and set them on the table next to her. She held out her hand for the man on the floor, "Are you alright?"
(I know it's a lot of rambling, but I didn't want to have a fingernail length post. :P)