Waiting for You, chapter 1
Walking down the busy streets of downtown Washington, a man in his upper-thirties maneuvered in and out of the crowd trying to get past them to go into the "first" Seattle's Best Coffee shop. It was February 17 and he decided that he should treat himself to a nice cup of steaming coffee for it was his birthday. Looking to his right, he noticed a man with a beard playing an old guitar and the case below him with a few dollars and change. Pushing the white door open, the little bell jingled at the top of the door and the warm air instantly hit against his chilly face. Stepping in, he breathed out a sigh of relief. The air was just too cold for him to manage during the winter in Washington. Taking a look around, he picked up a coffee mug on a nearby shelf. He instantly thought about his ex-best friend from a few years ago who absolutely ADORED coffee. Shaking his head, he thought about the good ol' times that they used to hang out.
"Excuse me sir, do you wanna order something while you take a look around, we can start making it if you want?" Breaking the memories inside his head, he looked at a woman who was dressed in a green apron that had a red "Seattle Best Coffee" logo across the front.
"Eh... why not." Stepping to the counter, he looked up at the chalk board that had all the different coffee's on the menu.
"Can I get a café latte and also can I get a mug and a bag of coffee beans?" Stepping back toward the shelf with the different coffee mugs, he grabbed the nearest one and walked toward the next shelf that sold different packages of coffee beans. Walking back up to the cash register, he put his items down on the counter.
The cashier looks up and picks up his bag of coffee beans. "Yum, this "Seattle Best Brand Coffee" is one of my favorites." Picking up the mug, she wrapped it into a bubble plastic sheet
Smiling, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.
Finally ringing up all his items, she looked at the total amount. "And the total comes out to... $29.89 cents." Handing her two twenties, he waited for his change.
"Thank you sir, enjoy your coffee."
Taking the money and his bag of goodies back, he offered a "thanks" as he stepped off to the side to wait for his café latte.
Stepping back onto the streets, he took the loose change from his pocket and carefully threw the coins into the guitar case. Hey, give the beggar some sympathy. At least he isn't on the streets holding a sign that says... "I need money cause I'm don't want to work."
ooking up from playing, the old beggar muttered a "thank you" and continued to play his old rusty guitar. Even though the man wasn't extremely good, it still reminded him of when he used to be a musician with his friends years back. The way it felt to strum the strings and feel the live music vibrating into your ears. Shaking his head once again, he continued to walk. For some reason, everything that was going on today in Washington kept on reminding him of his life back 3 years ago. Not at all surprised, he noticed that everywhere he moved reminded him of his life back in 2007. It was just hard to forget about his old friends, his old band, his ex-wife and especially his kids.
Yes, Billie Joe Armstrong was trying to forget everything.
"Excuse me sir, do you wanna order something while you take a look around, we can start making it if you want?" Breaking the memories inside his head, he looked at a woman who was dressed in a green apron that had a red "Seattle Best Coffee" logo across the front.
"Eh... why not." Stepping to the counter, he looked up at the chalk board that had all the different coffee's on the menu.
"Can I get a café latte and also can I get a mug and a bag of coffee beans?" Stepping back toward the shelf with the different coffee mugs, he grabbed the nearest one and walked toward the next shelf that sold different packages of coffee beans. Walking back up to the cash register, he put his items down on the counter.
The cashier looks up and picks up his bag of coffee beans. "Yum, this "Seattle Best Brand Coffee" is one of my favorites." Picking up the mug, she wrapped it into a bubble plastic sheet
Smiling, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.
Finally ringing up all his items, she looked at the total amount. "And the total comes out to... $29.89 cents." Handing her two twenties, he waited for his change.
"Thank you sir, enjoy your coffee."
Taking the money and his bag of goodies back, he offered a "thanks" as he stepped off to the side to wait for his café latte.
Stepping back onto the streets, he took the loose change from his pocket and carefully threw the coins into the guitar case. Hey, give the beggar some sympathy. At least he isn't on the streets holding a sign that says... "I need money cause I'm don't want to work."
ooking up from playing, the old beggar muttered a "thank you" and continued to play his old rusty guitar. Even though the man wasn't extremely good, it still reminded him of when he used to be a musician with his friends years back. The way it felt to strum the strings and feel the live music vibrating into your ears. Shaking his head once again, he continued to walk. For some reason, everything that was going on today in Washington kept on reminding him of his life back 3 years ago. Not at all surprised, he noticed that everywhere he moved reminded him of his life back in 2007. It was just hard to forget about his old friends, his old band, his ex-wife and especially his kids.
Yes, Billie Joe Armstrong was trying to forget everything.
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