River Rose
RIP Avicii 1989-2018
Another morning. Another day to live. Another walk down the street, another class at the local university. Another job, another customer. And on and on and on. Life had a funny way of working in that town. Of course, life was always rather funny.
Sebastian Grant, current literature major, always up early. Job down at the coffee shop, baking in the back room. Just so no one could see him. Classes were online, never had to show his face. His scarred, quite frightening, face.
He unlocked the door to the coffee shop, turning on the lights. He did a quick evaluation of the coffee machines, cleaned them up if they needed it. Sebastian set up the register, counting the earnings from last night. He emptied the register and put the money away in a secret place. Finally, finally he could get to his kitchen. Yes, his kitchen.
Another day, another dawn. Another morning at the coffee shop.
Sebastian Grant, current literature major, always up early. Job down at the coffee shop, baking in the back room. Just so no one could see him. Classes were online, never had to show his face. His scarred, quite frightening, face.
He unlocked the door to the coffee shop, turning on the lights. He did a quick evaluation of the coffee machines, cleaned them up if they needed it. Sebastian set up the register, counting the earnings from last night. He emptied the register and put the money away in a secret place. Finally, finally he could get to his kitchen. Yes, his kitchen.
Another day, another dawn. Another morning at the coffee shop.