Post by lucyloo on Oct 7, 2009 17:03:33 GMT -5
Lucy walked into the café. It had been a while since she had last been in one, with all of the touring and such. She sighed at the smell of brewing coffee that pounced on you as soon as you opened the door. It was also very warm, as opposed to the fall-like weather on the New York streets. She closed the old wooden door behind her with a thud and peeled off her jacket, keeping it draped over her arm, along with the drawing pad she had brought.
She missed this place. She had met most of the people that she spent time with now, in this very café. It brought back memories. Happy memories. And she needed them. She smiled at some of the thoughts that came pouring in from the depths of her mind and walked herself up to the counter.
The faint music in the background of the atmosphere brought her comfort. The many notes that were played on the piano were almost drowned out by the sounds of the coffee makers and people placing orders. She didn’t mind though, one of her main reasons to come here was to somewhat forget about music. The genre had changed from piano music, to more of a jazz feel. Not one of her favorite genres, but she learned to deal with it.
The line had disappeared quicker than she had imagined and she leaned herself against the counter. The top and one side of it being glass, so you could see what pastries were freshly made that morning. She scanned the selection and made up her mind. She wasn’t going to have anything to eat, just some coffee, like she used to. She wondered if the cashier that she had met was still working there. It wasn’t very much expected, he had moved out of New York a couple years ago to get to the ‘country life’. She sighed in her thoughts and was even more astonished when the man that was running the cash register, wasn’t the familiar face that she had known from years ago.
”What’ll it be miss?” She was somewhat startled by the question, assuming that he wouldn’t be in that much of a rush to take her order. ”Just a medium coffee is fine, thanks.” The man nodded and walked over to the machine to get her order. She shifted her eyes around the back of the café, trying to keep herself busy while he was getting her drink. The man came back and placed her cup on the counter, full of coffee. ”That’ll be four dollars.” She sunk her hand deep into her pocket and pulled out a ten and handed it to the man. “Oh, and keep the change.” She smiled briefly and picked up her cup and headed toward the nearest table.
She chose one by the window, in the back of the café. She liked to look out the window while she was drawing and get some inspiration by the people walking by, or by the lights of the near by city. She sat her cup and drawing pad down on the table and draped her jacket over the back of her chair. She plopped down and immediately took a sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth fall down her throat. She smiled and sat the cup back down while adjusting her position to begin drawing.
She glanced out the café window and saw leaves, swaying from left to right, in a rhythmic fashion. An idea formed in her head and she began drawing a autumn scene. Nothing with actual children or people, just some towering trees over a meadow. An abandoned meadow. She finished the shadowing on the leaves and the tree’s trunk and looked over her work. It had taken her about thirty minutes, and two pieces of paper to finish it, to some extent. She slumped back into her chair briefly and took another sip of her coffee.
She looked around to see that she was the only one in the front of the café. She smiled, sometimes, it was good to be by yourself. She leaned forward, while taking another sip of her coffee and thought that something was missing in her drawing. She pondered for a moment, with having no luck. She turned out the window to see a young women walk past the window in a jacket and jeans with a scarf wrapped around her neck.
An idea came rushing into her mind and began scribbling again on the piece of paper. She found herself drawing a women, like the one she had seen walk by the Shoppe. Having her head turned slightly so that all that you could see was the side of her face, with strands of hair covering it. She smiled at herself, and began adding some more details to the woman. Examples would by the position she was sitting in under the tree and what her jacket looked like. She shaded everything she wanted in, just the way it should’ve been and signed her work. Her initials ‘L.N.K.’ at the top of the paper, with the date, and sat her pencil down beside the pad itself.
Lucy leaned back against the chair, admiring her work while taking another sip of her coffee. She was almost done with the entire cup, and she had only realized it now. She looked up briefly and saw the cashier standing at the counter. She stood up briefly and tossed her cup into the trash, followed by walking up to the counter.
The man looked up, surprised that she was there again. “Another coffee? Medium?” she smiled softly and nodded. He turned his back again, for a couple of minutes while getting her drink and placed it back on the counter. She began to place her hand in her pocket when he spoke, interrupting her movement. “This one’s, on the house.” He smiled and pushed the cup towards her slightly. She picked it up gracefully and smiled again, “Thanks.” She took her cup and found her way back to her table.
She sat down, back in the position she was in before getting another drink and took a sip of the steaming coffee. She looked out the window and saw more and more people walking by. She smiled at the couples and families walking by as well. She turned her attention back to her drawing and took yet another sip of her drink. She mumbled slightly, “Perfect.”
She missed this place. She had met most of the people that she spent time with now, in this very café. It brought back memories. Happy memories. And she needed them. She smiled at some of the thoughts that came pouring in from the depths of her mind and walked herself up to the counter.
The faint music in the background of the atmosphere brought her comfort. The many notes that were played on the piano were almost drowned out by the sounds of the coffee makers and people placing orders. She didn’t mind though, one of her main reasons to come here was to somewhat forget about music. The genre had changed from piano music, to more of a jazz feel. Not one of her favorite genres, but she learned to deal with it.
The line had disappeared quicker than she had imagined and she leaned herself against the counter. The top and one side of it being glass, so you could see what pastries were freshly made that morning. She scanned the selection and made up her mind. She wasn’t going to have anything to eat, just some coffee, like she used to. She wondered if the cashier that she had met was still working there. It wasn’t very much expected, he had moved out of New York a couple years ago to get to the ‘country life’. She sighed in her thoughts and was even more astonished when the man that was running the cash register, wasn’t the familiar face that she had known from years ago.
”What’ll it be miss?” She was somewhat startled by the question, assuming that he wouldn’t be in that much of a rush to take her order. ”Just a medium coffee is fine, thanks.” The man nodded and walked over to the machine to get her order. She shifted her eyes around the back of the café, trying to keep herself busy while he was getting her drink. The man came back and placed her cup on the counter, full of coffee. ”That’ll be four dollars.” She sunk her hand deep into her pocket and pulled out a ten and handed it to the man. “Oh, and keep the change.” She smiled briefly and picked up her cup and headed toward the nearest table.
She chose one by the window, in the back of the café. She liked to look out the window while she was drawing and get some inspiration by the people walking by, or by the lights of the near by city. She sat her cup and drawing pad down on the table and draped her jacket over the back of her chair. She plopped down and immediately took a sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth fall down her throat. She smiled and sat the cup back down while adjusting her position to begin drawing.
She glanced out the café window and saw leaves, swaying from left to right, in a rhythmic fashion. An idea formed in her head and she began drawing a autumn scene. Nothing with actual children or people, just some towering trees over a meadow. An abandoned meadow. She finished the shadowing on the leaves and the tree’s trunk and looked over her work. It had taken her about thirty minutes, and two pieces of paper to finish it, to some extent. She slumped back into her chair briefly and took another sip of her coffee.
She looked around to see that she was the only one in the front of the café. She smiled, sometimes, it was good to be by yourself. She leaned forward, while taking another sip of her coffee and thought that something was missing in her drawing. She pondered for a moment, with having no luck. She turned out the window to see a young women walk past the window in a jacket and jeans with a scarf wrapped around her neck.
An idea came rushing into her mind and began scribbling again on the piece of paper. She found herself drawing a women, like the one she had seen walk by the Shoppe. Having her head turned slightly so that all that you could see was the side of her face, with strands of hair covering it. She smiled at herself, and began adding some more details to the woman. Examples would by the position she was sitting in under the tree and what her jacket looked like. She shaded everything she wanted in, just the way it should’ve been and signed her work. Her initials ‘L.N.K.’ at the top of the paper, with the date, and sat her pencil down beside the pad itself.
Lucy leaned back against the chair, admiring her work while taking another sip of her coffee. She was almost done with the entire cup, and she had only realized it now. She looked up briefly and saw the cashier standing at the counter. She stood up briefly and tossed her cup into the trash, followed by walking up to the counter.
The man looked up, surprised that she was there again. “Another coffee? Medium?” she smiled softly and nodded. He turned his back again, for a couple of minutes while getting her drink and placed it back on the counter. She began to place her hand in her pocket when he spoke, interrupting her movement. “This one’s, on the house.” He smiled and pushed the cup towards her slightly. She picked it up gracefully and smiled again, “Thanks.” She took her cup and found her way back to her table.
She sat down, back in the position she was in before getting another drink and took a sip of the steaming coffee. She looked out the window and saw more and more people walking by. She smiled at the couples and families walking by as well. She turned her attention back to her drawing and took yet another sip of her drink. She mumbled slightly, “Perfect.”