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the young faces passing me by were students getting ready for their day, filling the café’s and moving about with a carefree ease that made me jealous. Perhaps that would have been me, planning a future, doing coffee with friends, laughing, smiling. Instead I had my usual sullen pout in place as I navigated the picturesque streets to the city’s center searching for what I hoped would be a start for my uncertain future in Claymont.
I easily found the little flower store and stood with my arms wrapped around me in the freezing morning air for almost an hour before I noticed a woman approaching the door searching through her bag like it was a bottomless abyss. She was startled when she looked up, but only for a moment.
“Ella?” She said with a little hesitation. I was surprised she knew my name. She was beautiful with platinum blonde hair styled into an elegant fifties style twist on top of her head. Her skin was alabaster white, the kind of white that could only be achieved with a healthy dose of makeup. Her full lips were painted a deep red shade that stood out in startling contrast to the rest of her pale features. Her eyes were a striking blue framed with heavy black mascara and eyeliner that was artfully applied to create an upswept look to her eyes. She wore a figure hugging red knee length skirt with a stunning white coat lined with fur over the top. She pulled off the pinup girl look with glamorous ease. I was jealous, she looked sensational. Rebecca was much younger than I had imagined. When Rita had mentioned she was a friend, I immediately thought of someone older, more Rita’s age. But Rebecca couldn’t have been much more than twenty-five. Rebecca smiled, eyes were full of fun and mischief, I liked her immediately.
“I spoke to Rita a couple of months ago, she told me you might be passing through Claymont and you might need some work. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Rebecca. Come on in out of the cold.” As I followed her through the entrance I was instantly hit by a wall of warmth. “I have to keep the temperature up to stop the flowers from dying,” she explained. “And to keep my fingers and toes from freezing off,” she added with a smile. I didn’t care what her motivation was, it beat the freezing chill outside hands down. The shop smelt amazing, just like spring. Flowers in buckets and vases filled the floor and shelves and a large table sat at the back of the shop. “Would you like a coffee?” Asked Rebecca, shrugging off her coat to reveal a tight fitting black top over ample breasts. I found myself glancing down at my flat chest with disappointment.
“Sure, do you have milk and sugar?” I asked silently chastising myself. I had bigger things to worry about than the size of my boobs.
“Absolutely, I also have caramel. Please tell me you will let me put caramel in your coffee, or a shot of whiskey?” How could I say no to caramel? Sugar and sweets were my favorite food group.
“Yes to the caramel, it’s a bit early for the whiskey.”
“It is, but I had a shit night last night and this morning I’ve got Mrs. Beaumont coming in first thing to order flowers for the Thanksgiving Ball and she is one A grade bitch, so I am going to need the shot of whiskey.” I smiled at Rebecca’s casual and easy potty mouth. At least she shouldn’t be offended by my constant and uncontrollable cussing.
The shop was small and full to the brim. She had a few nick-nacks for sale amongst the flowers, likely to be locally crafted trinkets. I liked it here. It was warm, smelt good and had a cozy feel. I really didn’t care if she had me sweeping all day, I wanted to work here.
“Okay,” Rebecca handed me a steaming mug of coffee. After taking a sip I had to admit the caramel was a welcome addition.
I easily found the little flower store and stood with my arms wrapped around me in the freezing morning air for almost an hour before I noticed a woman approaching the door searching through her bag like it was a bottomless abyss. She was startled when she looked up, but only for a moment.
“Ella?” She said with a little hesitation. I was surprised she knew my name. She was beautiful with platinum blonde hair styled into an elegant fifties style twist on top of her head. Her skin was alabaster white, the kind of white that could only be achieved with a healthy dose of makeup. Her full lips were painted a deep red shade that stood out in startling contrast to the rest of her pale features. Her eyes were a striking blue framed with heavy black mascara and eyeliner that was artfully applied to create an upswept look to her eyes. She wore a figure hugging red knee length skirt with a stunning white coat lined with fur over the top. She pulled off the pinup girl look with glamorous ease. I was jealous, she looked sensational. Rebecca was much younger than I had imagined. When Rita had mentioned she was a friend, I immediately thought of someone older, more Rita’s age. But Rebecca couldn’t have been much more than twenty-five. Rebecca smiled, eyes were full of fun and mischief, I liked her immediately.
“I spoke to Rita a couple of months ago, she told me you might be passing through Claymont and you might need some work. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Rebecca. Come on in out of the cold.” As I followed her through the entrance I was instantly hit by a wall of warmth. “I have to keep the temperature up to stop the flowers from dying,” she explained. “And to keep my fingers and toes from freezing off,” she added with a smile. I didn’t care what her motivation was, it beat the freezing chill outside hands down. The shop smelt amazing, just like spring. Flowers in buckets and vases filled the floor and shelves and a large table sat at the back of the shop. “Would you like a coffee?” Asked Rebecca, shrugging off her coat to reveal a tight fitting black top over ample breasts. I found myself glancing down at my flat chest with disappointment.
“Sure, do you have milk and sugar?” I asked silently chastising myself. I had bigger things to worry about than the size of my boobs.
“Absolutely, I also have caramel. Please tell me you will let me put caramel in your coffee, or a shot of whiskey?” How could I say no to caramel? Sugar and sweets were my favorite food group.
“Yes to the caramel, it’s a bit early for the whiskey.”
“It is, but I had a shit night last night and this morning I’ve got Mrs. Beaumont coming in first thing to order flowers for the Thanksgiving Ball and she is one A grade bitch, so I am going to need the shot of whiskey.” I smiled at Rebecca’s casual and easy potty mouth. At least she shouldn’t be offended by my constant and uncontrollable cussing.
The shop was small and full to the brim. She had a few nick-nacks for sale amongst the flowers, likely to be locally crafted trinkets. I liked it here. It was warm, smelt good and had a cozy feel. I really didn’t care if she had me sweeping all day, I wanted to work here.
“Okay,” Rebecca handed me a steaming mug of coffee. After taking a sip I had to admit the caramel was a welcome addition.
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