Post by Ebony on Dec 28, 2012 2:16:48 GMT
Sylvia yawned. Though usually she was bustling and racing about non-stop on a day like this, right now she had nothing to do. The chef for the variety of pastries wasn't here, neither the brewer who made the coffee. All there was today was just her and the clerk behind the counter, who wouldn't lift a tail hair to help. 'She wasn't being paid any extra' The clerk had told her. Ugh, ponies these days.
Ah well, there wasn't many coming to the cafe that day anyway, so for once, her hooves were free of work. Though she should find it relieving, instead she felt anxious, bored, even. After lollygagging outside cafe for a couple minutes, Salvia walked back into the cafe. Trotting over to the brewer, she quickly flipped the switch to the darkest type they had, and in a few moments, she had a piping-hot mug of coffee. As she began to make her way back outside, also snatching a fresh-baked pastry, the clerk looked up from her book and gave her a glare. Salvia sighed and rolled her eyes, but flung the approximate amount of bits her way, and the clerk went back to her readings.
Back outside, the pretty mare stretched out on one of the chairs, and the way the sun was today, tanning and warm but not hot or humid, it made her feel sleepy. Well, she would have felt sleepy if she wasn't drinking down a pitch-black brew. As she leaned back, tilting the chair on two legs, she gazed into the sky, ruby eyes against the vast blue. Since no one seemed to be on the streets other then an occasional shopper, it allowed her thoughts to do as they pleased undisturbed. 'I wonder where everyone is today. You would think it would the perfect type of weather to relax in a cafe and enjoy a cup of Joe or some sweets... Why do they call it a cup of Joe anyway? Is it the name of the creator? Maybe it's Donut Joe's ancestor. That would make a quiet deal of sense. If not, why not call it a cup of Frank, or Dave, or Molly? Ooh, maybe a cup of Sylvia. A drink named after me? Don't mind if I do.'
A clever mare, you could say. How her thoughts wandered.
Ah well, there wasn't many coming to the cafe that day anyway, so for once, her hooves were free of work. Though she should find it relieving, instead she felt anxious, bored, even. After lollygagging outside cafe for a couple minutes, Salvia walked back into the cafe. Trotting over to the brewer, she quickly flipped the switch to the darkest type they had, and in a few moments, she had a piping-hot mug of coffee. As she began to make her way back outside, also snatching a fresh-baked pastry, the clerk looked up from her book and gave her a glare. Salvia sighed and rolled her eyes, but flung the approximate amount of bits her way, and the clerk went back to her readings.
Back outside, the pretty mare stretched out on one of the chairs, and the way the sun was today, tanning and warm but not hot or humid, it made her feel sleepy. Well, she would have felt sleepy if she wasn't drinking down a pitch-black brew. As she leaned back, tilting the chair on two legs, she gazed into the sky, ruby eyes against the vast blue. Since no one seemed to be on the streets other then an occasional shopper, it allowed her thoughts to do as they pleased undisturbed. 'I wonder where everyone is today. You would think it would the perfect type of weather to relax in a cafe and enjoy a cup of Joe or some sweets... Why do they call it a cup of Joe anyway? Is it the name of the creator? Maybe it's Donut Joe's ancestor. That would make a quiet deal of sense. If not, why not call it a cup of Frank, or Dave, or Molly? Ooh, maybe a cup of Sylvia. A drink named after me? Don't mind if I do.'
A clever mare, you could say. How her thoughts wandered.