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Splashing down the
sidewalk in the light mist of Seattle, dressed in her bright yellow rain jacket
and paisley wellies, Bella was on a life or death mission. She would just die
if she didn’t get a grande cup of coffee. As soon as possible. She had been working
for the past month without a day off and even though she didn’t have any
patients today, she had a mountain high stack of charts to complete. FUCKING
CHARTING!! There were so many other things she would love to be doing, but
she couldn’t put it off any longer.
And being caffeinated was
an absolute must.
When she got up this
morning, Seattle was once again encased in grey, heavy clouds and it was
raining. Hell, it had been raining every day for a week. Damn, it would be nice
to have just one day, or even a few hours, of sunshine. She was glad she had
invested in several pairs of good, yet stylish pair of rain boots and a London
Fog rain jacket. Her favorite pair of boots were colorful paisley knee boots.
Even though it was a dreary day, the brightly colored boots made her smile.
They would be something that Angela would have loved to wear.
Walking down the sidewalk
towards the cafe, La Marzocco, she tried her best to avoid the large water
puddles, not wanting to splash the unexpected person who happened to be walking
by at the same time as she hit the puddle. She had been hit many times before
and it really did make a gloomy day, even gloomier, and her socks wetter.
Finally, getting to the door of the cafe, she pulled it open and walked in,
removing the hood from her head.
She loved the cafe and
came here almost every morning for a grande cup of coffee, with a dash of
vanilla and a slight topping of foam. Of course, she could make it in her
condo, but she didn’t think it tasted the same. The aroma of the freshly brewed
coffee assaulted her senses and her heart began to race over the thought of a
rich, dark brew, flavored with the rich vanilla hazelnut creme, passing over
her tongue and down her throat. Fuck, it was better than sex or at least a very
close second.
Damn, she needed to find
someone to scratch her itch because she hadn’t had anyone in her bed since
moving back to Seattle. Working seven days a week didn’t make it easy to find a
guy to suit her needs.
Jasper
Emmett
Edward
Rosalie
Royce
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