Post by Neytiri on Oct 19, 2010 23:37:02 GMT -5
Ingrid Schuller
The streetlight flicked a neon green and I lowered my foot on tthe gas pedal, my Jeep's engine humming and increasing in volume as I sped up. I took a sharp right turn, my red Jeep cruising along at around forty miles per hour down the city street. There were several other cars around about now and the city wasn't exactly quiet this time of day. Peering across the dashboard, I found the switch to search for a radio station. My hand stopped over the Country channel, then flipped through the stations again and I found nothing, so I pressed the dial and the radio shut off.
It was a hazy summer afternoon, and I was on my lunch break and free class period, so I had around an hour to cruise the town. I'd decided to stop in at the quaint little Cafe shop I'd driven by several times, but had only been inside once. They seemed a highly reputable little business, so I was eager to try it, just for the sake of doing something semiproductive. As the street widened as I drove into the downtown area, I spotted it after rounding a wide urve, positioned along a long row of small shops on both sides of the road. The sign read, Cafe Latte, and the color scheme from the street were soft mocha and caramel colors.
Slowing, I drove up to the curb and parked paralell to the traffic but along the front of the shop, and I turned the key to turn off the ignition. I dropped the keychain in my pastel colored Brighton purse and checked for my wallet. As I leaned over in the seat to pick up my purse, a few strands of spiral curled golden hair fell into my face, and I brushed them away. Reaching to pop open the car door, I stepped down from my red Jeep, purse slung over one shoulder of my sky blue top, and closed the door. There was a hot, still feeling to the air but as I stepped up to the Cafe door and opened it, I was glad I'd worn pants today, as the Cafe was cold and breezy inside. Looking around, I selected an empty booth up at the counter while I scanned the menu for anything that looked good.
The streetlight flicked a neon green and I lowered my foot on tthe gas pedal, my Jeep's engine humming and increasing in volume as I sped up. I took a sharp right turn, my red Jeep cruising along at around forty miles per hour down the city street. There were several other cars around about now and the city wasn't exactly quiet this time of day. Peering across the dashboard, I found the switch to search for a radio station. My hand stopped over the Country channel, then flipped through the stations again and I found nothing, so I pressed the dial and the radio shut off.
It was a hazy summer afternoon, and I was on my lunch break and free class period, so I had around an hour to cruise the town. I'd decided to stop in at the quaint little Cafe shop I'd driven by several times, but had only been inside once. They seemed a highly reputable little business, so I was eager to try it, just for the sake of doing something semiproductive. As the street widened as I drove into the downtown area, I spotted it after rounding a wide urve, positioned along a long row of small shops on both sides of the road. The sign read, Cafe Latte, and the color scheme from the street were soft mocha and caramel colors.
Slowing, I drove up to the curb and parked paralell to the traffic but along the front of the shop, and I turned the key to turn off the ignition. I dropped the keychain in my pastel colored Brighton purse and checked for my wallet. As I leaned over in the seat to pick up my purse, a few strands of spiral curled golden hair fell into my face, and I brushed them away. Reaching to pop open the car door, I stepped down from my red Jeep, purse slung over one shoulder of my sky blue top, and closed the door. There was a hot, still feeling to the air but as I stepped up to the Cafe door and opened it, I was glad I'd worn pants today, as the Cafe was cold and breezy inside. Looking around, I selected an empty booth up at the counter while I scanned the menu for anything that looked good.
