Maize
Maize parked her rusty van in the parking lot reserved for employees. Whistling, she threw the car keys up once before she locked the car and shoved the keychain into the pocket of her loose jeans. She still had about half an hour before her first meeting with her client but arriving earlier meant avoiding the worst of rush hour, something she hated with a passion, and it gave her time to have a good breakfast before she started the day.
Walking into Bearly Breakfast Time, she could just hear her grandmother"s voice echo in her head. No day should be started on an empty stomach. It was advice Maize had carried with her and this lovely café right across work was a place her grandmother would"ve loved.
No day should be started on an empty stomach.Maybe not so much now it had gone vi
