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faelans_folly2013-05-17 09:39 pm
irishcoffee) wrote in faelans_folly2013-05-17 09:39 pm
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[Open - Irish Coffee]
Once the last of the Saturday breakfast crowd had thinned, Maggie settled into her favorite part of the week.
It was the day before the Sunday brunch and after church crowd, not the daily grind of the weekend; it was just a quiet Saturday afternoon. She had her tea, a plate of cookies some of the town's resident's called biscuits, a fire in the grate, and a book. Perfect for a rainy afternoon with nothing much pressing on her time but worries about her best friend.
A best friend who had better show up if he knew what was good for him.
For anyone else that stopped by, she had the usual coffees and teas and fresh things to eat. Today was just her one day to relax between the odd customers that trickled in rather than flit around the coffee shop with busy work.
It was the day before the Sunday brunch and after church crowd, not the daily grind of the weekend; it was just a quiet Saturday afternoon. She had her tea, a plate of cookies some of the town's resident's called biscuits, a fire in the grate, and a book. Perfect for a rainy afternoon with nothing much pressing on her time but worries about her best friend.
A best friend who had better show up if he knew what was good for him.
For anyone else that stopped by, she had the usual coffees and teas and fresh things to eat. Today was just her one day to relax between the odd customers that trickled in rather than flit around the coffee shop with busy work.