Adelaide Dillard rumbled into the turn for the back parking lot of the Milky Way Cafe. In the snug pocket of her jeans, a cellphone buzzed to life, but Addy wouldn't notice it's message till later. (Much to her frustration) The vibrations of the motorbike she rode on overpowered any light-weight buzz from a smart phone. As she pulled her little red Honda into one of the three parking spaces designated for employees, she took in the day.
It was fall, and the sky was bright, but tinged at the edges and spotted about with clouds, in a very fall-like way. The city was finally starting to change. The leaves on the trees that speckled and stretched along the sidewalks by the city roads were shifting colors, putting on an autumn sweater to keep up with the chillier weather. In the park the monoliths changed too, dressing up in their fanciest red evening gowns, ready to go out into winter with a boom. She pulled off the moist, almost musty helmet that hugged her skull and breathed in the scent of it all. It was apple pie and pumpkin squash, with turkey to spare and a tinge of cool to bite at your nose and give your cheeks a glow.
Contentment, that's what she was. But her thoughts turned to more practical matters, as they often will, and she was reminded that if she didn't hurry she'd be late for her 3 o'clock shift. She entered through the back door, a splintered old thing painted blue, but faded and chipped with time. It was cozy, that was for sure. Cathy, the young lady who'd worked the morning shift, had seen her pull up and greeted her at the door.
"Gotta pick the kid up from daycare, thanks, bye!" Cathy rushed past her, dropping the keys into Addy's hand. Well, this must mean it hadn't been busy, as even Cathy wouldn't rush out with customers waiting. This was normal for three, just the occasional person on their day off, or a college student, or a mother, spending a bit of their hard earned money to relax in the small coffee shop. Entering, she appeared behind the counter and surveyed the scene. It had been tidied up before she'd gotten there, which was nice. A backwards script read out, "Milky Way Cafe, Come for the coffee, we promise you'll stay." on the glass window directly in front of her. It wasn't creative, but it rhymed, and that was good enough.
After she'd ascertained that all was in order, including checking all the tables for crumbs, washing up a few colorful dishes, and sweeping a few persistent dust bunnies up off of the well used wood floor, she took a seat on the stool behind the counter and pulled out a book. Time to begin.