Pretty as a Picture
Jul 31, 2015 3:11:36 GMT -5
Post by Jocelyn Freeman on Jul 31, 2015 3:11:36 GMT -5
Job training never ceased to be boring. Her supervising manager or whatever his new supposed title was was a pretty chill guy. He was quiet, but his dry sense of humor meshed well with her sarcasm. Especially since he seemed to generally not care that she didn't really do much of anything besides occasionally ring people up. Besides, annoying him was fun enough to pass the time.
The things she did for cheaper cigarettes.
But today was her day off and that was a beautiful prospect. She mostly worked nights anymore which had her schedule a bit off. It might be three in the afternoon, but it was her morning essentially. That's what brought her to the coffeehouse. She needed the caffeine badly if she was going to enjoy her day. Partying wouldn't come til later, but she had to survive the time until then. Maybe visit the makeup counter and play with the products she could never afford.
Of course, this time of the afternoon it seemed everyone else was there getting coffee as well. That afternoon pick up or something. So of course the line was long and Jocelyn felt almost more exhausted by the time the barista finally handed her drink to her.
After a quick stop at the counter to grab some sugars and creamer, she spotted one of the few empty tables and walked over to claim it, beginning the process of mixing her coffee. Of course she drew a good many stares as she walked around, but she barely noticed. It was the worst of summer heat and so today found her in tiny ripped cut off denim shorts and a cropped white tank top that revealed a strip of her flat stomach and more than a little of her cleavage. Some would be self conscious in something so revealing, but Jocelyn was entirely comfortable. The attention that her attire brought was just a bonus.
The things she did for cheaper cigarettes.
But today was her day off and that was a beautiful prospect. She mostly worked nights anymore which had her schedule a bit off. It might be three in the afternoon, but it was her morning essentially. That's what brought her to the coffeehouse. She needed the caffeine badly if she was going to enjoy her day. Partying wouldn't come til later, but she had to survive the time until then. Maybe visit the makeup counter and play with the products she could never afford.
Of course, this time of the afternoon it seemed everyone else was there getting coffee as well. That afternoon pick up or something. So of course the line was long and Jocelyn felt almost more exhausted by the time the barista finally handed her drink to her.
After a quick stop at the counter to grab some sugars and creamer, she spotted one of the few empty tables and walked over to claim it, beginning the process of mixing her coffee. Of course she drew a good many stares as she walked around, but she barely noticed. It was the worst of summer heat and so today found her in tiny ripped cut off denim shorts and a cropped white tank top that revealed a strip of her flat stomach and more than a little of her cleavage. Some would be self conscious in something so revealing, but Jocelyn was entirely comfortable. The attention that her attire brought was just a bonus.
