Sunrise, Sunrise
Jul 14, 2016 16:49:27 GMT -5
Post by Mette Singletary on Jul 14, 2016 16:49:27 GMT -5
The soft padding of the flexible soles of Mette's running shoes sounded on the stone pathway leading to the large glass doors of the book store as she jingled her keys in time to the Tribe Called Red thumping in her headphones. Rain had fallen the night before, drops still clinging on the front panes, giving n almost autumn-like feel. If only the temperature would cooperate. She smoothed her hand over her slicked-back hair, flicking some sweat off her arms afterward, and unlocked the bookstore.
Employees should begin showing up within the next half hour, which gave Mette time to head into the back and change into her work clothes (which, since she was the owner, were rather casual, minus the rare Louie Gong shoes), before jogging up the floating glass stairs to the second floor to begin making coffee. It was one of her treats to the employees that worked so hard for her: free morning coffee, and they only served the best. Locally grown organic, fresh roasted in-house, hand-ground and brewed in a large french press. No drip machines at Foxfire, no ma'am. She prepped everything and left the coffee to brew as she shuffled through some of the books in the children's section nearby before running back to pour several large cups of fresh coffee, even setting out sugar and honey packets with stirrers. Mette felt it was important to show the employees how much she valued their work. She took her own mug and moved to the side balcony facing the rising sun and settled into a cushioned lounge chair by the railing.
The amber sun peeked through some of the cedar trees surrounding the bookstore at the edge of Magoohah Square and glinted golden off the rain drops as a breeze picked up. Mette took a sip of her mellow cup, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her thighs and listen to the starting birdsong and the first sounds of morning stirring in the town. Mayor Crenshaw would be walking into City Hall about now, Ama was likely finishing an overnight piece on a wall nearby, and Ravi and Junior were probably opening shop just like her. She smiled warmly at the thought, taking another slow sip. She'd gotten the body just right today and it was smooth, bold, and calming. She had an idea and pulled out her phone, sending a message to Junior to come by and grab two tall coffees, on the house of course, as soon as they were done opening. She sent it with a tone of finality, making certain he couldn't argue, and locked her phone, slipping it back onto the table and taking one last long gulp as she heard the first employees coming down the path over the wooden bridge.
Standing and taking a deep, long breath, Mette sighed and turned back inside, ready to start the day and eager to help customers find just the right books.
Employees should begin showing up within the next half hour, which gave Mette time to head into the back and change into her work clothes (which, since she was the owner, were rather casual, minus the rare Louie Gong shoes), before jogging up the floating glass stairs to the second floor to begin making coffee. It was one of her treats to the employees that worked so hard for her: free morning coffee, and they only served the best. Locally grown organic, fresh roasted in-house, hand-ground and brewed in a large french press. No drip machines at Foxfire, no ma'am. She prepped everything and left the coffee to brew as she shuffled through some of the books in the children's section nearby before running back to pour several large cups of fresh coffee, even setting out sugar and honey packets with stirrers. Mette felt it was important to show the employees how much she valued their work. She took her own mug and moved to the side balcony facing the rising sun and settled into a cushioned lounge chair by the railing.
The amber sun peeked through some of the cedar trees surrounding the bookstore at the edge of Magoohah Square and glinted golden off the rain drops as a breeze picked up. Mette took a sip of her mellow cup, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her thighs and listen to the starting birdsong and the first sounds of morning stirring in the town. Mayor Crenshaw would be walking into City Hall about now, Ama was likely finishing an overnight piece on a wall nearby, and Ravi and Junior were probably opening shop just like her. She smiled warmly at the thought, taking another slow sip. She'd gotten the body just right today and it was smooth, bold, and calming. She had an idea and pulled out her phone, sending a message to Junior to come by and grab two tall coffees, on the house of course, as soon as they were done opening. She sent it with a tone of finality, making certain he couldn't argue, and locked her phone, slipping it back onto the table and taking one last long gulp as she heard the first employees coming down the path over the wooden bridge.
Standing and taking a deep, long breath, Mette sighed and turned back inside, ready to start the day and eager to help customers find just the right books.
Thank you and welcome to SMA!