The year is 2034 and my name is Rose Sharpe, I'm currently trying to be a dancer in the big city. Well as big as it gets for the United Kingdom anyway, London. It's been my home since I was eighteen years old, and I have never looked back since. I guess you could say I am a city girl at heart, even though I was brought up in the countryside of Yorkshire. I'm now twenty-four and my dreams have got me all the way to working in this coffee shop, 'The Grind'. It pays the rent, lets just say that. I have been working here for three years ad have watched every girl come and go to live their dreams. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a dancer.
On a day like today, Tuesday the twenty-fifth of June, business isn't particularly booming, but this was no ordinary day. I was taking an order for a customer and as the light hit my tied back ginger hair, from the dust filled, brown framed windows, a man walked in. Normally I wouldn't notice certain customers and over the years had seen everyone, but I had never seen him before. I kept my eye on him, but made sure to do my job as normal. We weren't a busy coffee shop so to not notice someone was so unusual. One of our regulars Mr Johnson called me over. I leaned in and he said "I think he likes you". I followed his hand and he pointed at the man that I had previously noticed.
"Now Mr Johnson, don't make assumptions" I joked, I was frightened of the mysterious man, I just didn't want to let on that I was.
Mr Johnson took my hand and stuffed his usual tip in there. As he did he said "Well he would be mad not to, with your dazzling green eyes". The way Mr Johnson talked to me was flattering, but did make me giggle every time he complimented me, he was sixty-eight after all.
"Thank you, Mr Johnson" I said still giggling. Mr Johnson got up, walked past me and was straight out the door. "Have a nice day Mr Johnson!" I shouted after him. I leaned down to clean the tables that Mr Johnson was sat on and slowly noticed people leaving. It was a Tuesday which means I have to lock up by myself. This frightened me because the man that was scaring me was still here. He seemed to linger like a bad smell.
The hours past and it came time to lock up. "Excuse me sir!" I shouted from over the dark wooden counter, I didn't want to get too close because I was frightened of him. He remained in the corner with his black coat on done all the way up to the top, and a baseball cap. "Sir I have to lock up!" my voice grew more concerned with every word. I came from behind the counter and stomped towards him. "Sir?" I said as I placed my hands on the table he was sat at. "Is there anything I can help you with?".
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