Post by zelda ellette garrett on Oct 5, 2012 12:23:29 GMT -5
Starbucks. Generally, Zelda tended to stay away from chains such as this one because she preferred assisting the smaller businesses, but she had fallen victim to the convenience of this particular chain. Besides, their items weren’t completely unbearable. It wasn’t exactly what she was used to in her tea and biscuits back home in London or even in the things that she prepared herself in her own home in New Orleans. Ah, well. She would take what she could get, especially when it came as quickly as it did. Lovely. Plus, they had such a wide selection of choices!
It had been a late night for Zelda, just as it usually was. She hated to sleep, she hated to eat, she just wanted to spend all of her time researching. Of course, she knew that the human body needed these things, so she usually didn’t deprive herself of such things to a point that was very unhealthy. Zelda was so driven and so dedicated to finding a cure that it had practically taken over her entire life. She was completely and entirely obsessed with it. And while most people would deem that a bad thing, she thought of it as a good thing. That way, she would hopefully find a cure with all the time and effort she put into the research and experimentation every day.
Zelda pulled her long, navy blue sweater closer to her body as she entered the establishment. It was still fairly early in the morning, at 7:30 a.m., so the store was brimming with business men and women rushing and shoving to get their coffee and hurry on to work. She briefly stood on her tiptoes to see above the group of tall men in front of her and saw that there were only two baristas working. Poor people.
After what seemed like hours, it was finally Zelda’s turn to order her drink. “Chai tea latte, if you please, with a slice of pumpkin bread,” she said, pulling her wallet out of her purse. These things weren’t necessarily the English things that she’d been craving, but they sounded too good to pass up. She passed the appropriate amount of money to the barista and accepted her receipt and pumpkin bread before continuing on to the waiting station.
With a sigh, she broke off a piece of the pumpkin bread and popped it into her mouth as she waited for her drink. The baristas were moving at such a fast pace that her drink was produced before her much faster than she had expected. Raising her eyebrows, impressed, she grabbed the mug and sat down at a two-seater table by the wall.
