at the cafe.
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During September, normally the weather is extremely gusty as I walked beneath tall trees in the woods of Southdale on the way to town a few meters away from the trailer park. The cafe is at the very end of the town. There were no other houses, stores, or buildings nearby but surprisingly people from far places kept coming to have some coffee, tea, or just snacks in their urgent meetings.
Only a small cabin in the neighborhood filled a garden of daisies. It was all withered but I knew daisies when it was barely known because it was my mum’s favorite and so was I. “Hey, dear, are you looking for Mrs. Smith? She barely stays at home these past days.”
“What?” I was approached by a girl in a dotted dress behind a white apron. I’ve been abstracted by the daisies that brought me so many memories.
“You’ve been standing here and looking at Mrs. Smith’s cabin in a while.” She genuinely said.
“Oh, no. I found this poster…” I said, showing her the poster that Becka gave me earlier. “I was hoping there was any available job opening? Are you working at that cafe?”
“Yes. I’m a waitress.” She said in excitement and turn around to show her whole outfit.
“Candice, what are you doing there? Who are you talking to!” Said a guy who is rushing towards us from the back door.
“Oops! That’s me. Work is calling. Come with me, I’ll introduce you to the manager. We really need additional staff you see, people keep coming every winter season.” Said Candice, as we walked to the cafe, but I couldn't stop myself from looking at the daisies.
“Manager!” She is utterly excited. “Someone wants to apply, it’s…” Candice looks at me waiting for me to say my name.
“Trevanna Tarver.” I squeaked.
“Glad to meet you. I’m Candice.” She said and gave me a surprise hug, I squirmed. This girl is such hype. “So is she in?” She paused, waiting for the manager’s response.
I was mesmerized by the interior design of the cafe. I think it hadn’t been renovated before because the painted gray walls are fading. Staff in the cafe are putting a large empty frame in the corner where some cracks on the walls are noticeable when you look closer. The frame will be used for the customers’ feedback, but sort of freedom wall where you can write something on the sticky notes. Confessions for their hopeless romantic! I scoffed.
Every table had a wooded vase of daises. When I looked up the ceiling there are lights, and an old huge mantel with a painting I can’t recognize, curved on the ceiling. On the walls, there are paintings and pictures, too. I am certain why people keep coming here. I want to be here!
“We don’t need any more people, for now. I’m very sorry, Vienna.” Said the manager who seemed didn't like my whole being. “Candice, take out the poster now. We’re not hiring anymore.”
“It’s Trevy,” I muttered. “Apologies accepted!”
“I am very sorry, dear, the manager doesn’t like that grunge style of you,” Candice whispered, then I followed her to the front door. “We do really need more people now.”
“Well, that’s not surprising,” I replied.
We laughed on the same page. “Try to look for a job in the town. You might find one. And oh, come back here tomorrow at ten, I’ll treat you to the best espresso.” It was the enchanting aroma I smelled the whole time.
“Guess, I will not resist,” I replied as I’m heading off.
“Ten in the evening, dear. Don’t forget!”
Perhaps, I'm having such bad luck in finding jobs, but at least, I found a company. I shake my head in grateful disbelief.
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