Lewin James Patterson § The Mocha § Tagged: N/A
"Did you get there alright?" a female's voice inquired over the phone. Lewin nodded, as though his mother were standing right there with him, as a warm smile spread itself across his lips. "Yes, I just got here, a few minutes ago," he responded, leaning on the granite countertop of the island that sat in the middle of a spacious, modren-style kitchen. His hazel - almost green, at the moment - eyes lit up as his gaze set itself on the windows leading out to the large deck. "Good, I'm glad," his mother, Leighanne, responded, relief evident in her tone, "I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing." "I'll be alright," he responded with a light chuckle; he knew she could be such a worrywart, sometimes, so she would naturally be concerned with him moving out of state. Then again, he supposed he couldn't blame her; the last time he moved, he was still living in the same city as his family, so it was certainly an adjustment for everyone for him to live so far away. "I know you will; but if you need anything, just give us a call," she responded with a small laugh, "I've got to go, though. I have an appointment, soon." "Thanks, mom," he responded, "Say hi to everyone for me." "I will," she responded, and with that, they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Lewin looked around the kitchen, tapping his index finger against the counter's cool, smooth surface, as he pondered what he would make for breakfast. Peering down at his phone, he checked the time: 8:02 AM. Maybe I'll go grab a coffee...I think I saw an interesting-looking little coffee shop on the way here, he thought to himself as he shrugged a bit. Coffee did sound pretty good, especially with some eggs benedict, which he could make when ne got back home. That, paired with a nice book to read while sitting out on the deck, sounded like a rather nice way to spend his first morning at his new home. So, with that, he whistled for Red. The Irish Setter barked, wagging his tail as he ran over to the brunette boy, who then clipped the Burberry leash to the enthusiastic dog's collar. With that, he and the dog headed out the front door and down the street.
Aspen Harpae Paisley § The Chai Latte § Tagged: N/A
What a beautiful morning, Aspen thought to herself, a contented smile spreading itself across her face as she yawned and stretched out a bit. Being the early bird that she was, she had actually been awake since 5:30 AM. Still, it was a peaceful Saturday morning, and she had nothing pressing to do; so, naturally, she took the opportunity to just lounge around in bed, for a few hours. Running a hand through her silky, red-dyed hair a few times, she got onto her mint-colored iPhone 11 to scroll through social media, for a bit. She had only been here for a few days, but hadn't really taken the time to do much exploring, yet. However, she had started to follow a local coffee shop - The Tiny Mug - after visiting it. She loved everything about it: the classic, French-style decor; the warm, cozy, inviting atmosphere; the friendly employees and customers; the fancy, intricate latte art...just to list a few things. Another thing that piqued her interest, however, was the Autumn Festival that they were advertising for. She was hoping to get more information about it, as she wanted to sign up for one of the barista positions that was available. As soon as their new post popped up on her screen, her emerald green eyes glittered with excitement.
She got out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed in a white tee-shirt, beige cardigan, a pair of skinny jeans, and a pair of brown boots. After this, she styled her hair in soft, bouncy curls, and did her makeup. To finish it all off, she put her rose gold necklace with a cream pearl pendant - a sentimental gift from her mother - on, as well as a matching ring, a simple rose gold band, on. She then fed her dogs, and went out the door. She headed over to the cafe, a thoughtful smile on her face. She had heard that there were parks and trails that had plenty of gorgeous scenery - such as colorful aspen trees, rivers, and waterfalls - and she considered checking one of them out, after she was finished with breakfast and inquiring about the festival.
Everett Jacob Smith § The Caramel Macchiato § Tagged: N/A
Beep! Beep! Beep! An alarm sounded off loudly upon the dawn of a new hour. A muffled groan could be heard as a hand emerged from the pile of blankets that sat next to a cedarwood side table. It lazily fumbled around in search of the source of the obnoxious noise - an iPhone 11. As soon as his fingers brushed against the smooth, tile-like device, Everett tapped the screen, and suddenly, there was silence. He allowed his arm to drop to his side, dangling off the bed, as he tried to wake up completely. He had just gotten into town, the previous day; so, between the jetlag and the fact that he had stayed up fairly late to finish unpacking, he was feeling rather drained of his energy. With great reluctance, he rolled onto his back, after several minutes, and ran a hand through his soft, dirty blonde hair. Ugh, I can hardly even keep my eyes open...he thought to himself with a sigh. He reached over to the side table, once again, and grabbed his phone. He cracked his eyes open - as best as he could, anyway - to check the time. He could just barely make out the 8:12 AM that appeared on his screen. "Yeesh...I need some coffee," he then murmured to himself, his voice raspy from exhaustion.
Finally, he managed to heave himself out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to shower; after this, he threw on a black t-shirt, as well as a black hoodie, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black and white Converse. Feeling marginally more refreshed after his shower, he fed Freya, and then headed out the door in search of the nearest coffee shop or cafe. He drew in a deep breath of the fresh, crisp, slightly cool air - it was surprisingly refreshing. The tall boy already knew he would like living here, based upon first impressions.
