Personal Narrative: A Taste Of Coffee

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It was early Monday morning, the start of a new week. I was running around the house trying to get ready. Making sure I’m not late for work. I still had to wake up my young son named Liam, and get him ready to go to daycare. I decided on just throwing my long, blonde hair up in a ponytail. Gathering a quick outfit for the day. After my normal, but seemingly busy morning, I’m finally on my way to work. My head is pounding, and I can already tell this week is going to be a long and stressful one. I have a lot on my mind. As I arrive surprisingly on time for my job at the “Corner Cafe,” I can smell the coffee as it begins to fill the air. I am pretty used to the smell of coffee. As our regular customers begin to walk in to get their morning…show more content…
Just the other day, a younger man named Charlie stopped by. He walked in, looked for an open seat and placed his order. He said, “Hi, my name is Charlie, may I please have a black hazelnut coffee with 2 packs of sweetener. “ Grabbing that for him, I am thinking to myself, he seems like a laid back kind of guy. I was thinking he was somewhere around my age and we began to talk for awhile. We talked about school and what he was doing with his life. He seemed pretty cool and I really enjoyed talking to him. I did find out that he was single and had some interesting goals. He was explaining to me his life plans and some of his dreams. I really hope he accomplishes his dreams and goals. One thing he mentioned is he wants to have a band, but his parents don’t really agree or seem to like that idea. I told him, “Charlie, you just have to do what your heart tells you to do.” Charlie replied, “Claire, I am trying my hardest to just make my parents proud.” After our conversation, Charlie has to get going. I then seemed to notice after a few days, that Charlie was stopping in to the coffee shop pretty regularly. I then started to think to myself maybe possibly I am an interesting person and that he likes talking to me. Or is it that he just enjoys the coffee that much? He continued to show up every single day. As my day continued, I kept looking at the clock. Waiting for work to be done so I could go pick up Liam. I realize…show more content…
But for some reason today, I had a feeling I was going to meet someone new. As I arrived at work, punching in at the time clock, I can finally say I am ready for this day. At work there are the same regular people as usual, which I love. The clock keeps ticking as more people begin to stop in. Then there was a little distraction, this little boy, I would guess to be around 9 years old comes walking into the coffee shop. I normally don’t have too many little kids coming to the coffee shop. I was kind of surprised, as he walked up to the counter. He seemed like a really happy boy. He looks up to me and says, “May I please have a cup of hot chocolate?” I say, “Of course you can, just give me a minute.” As I am getting his hot chocolate ready, I think to myself that this could be my little boy someday. He was so cute and had that look to him that he was a little explorer. After I take the boy, his hot chocolate, he pulls a chair up to the table and he starts talking to me. “Hi, my name is Davie, what is your name?” I reply, “Hi Davie, I’m Claire, but can I ask exactly what are you doing at a coffee shop?” He looks at me and says, “I’m on my way home from school, I have notice this coffee shop everyday on my way home, but today I got a craving for some hot chocolate.” I was chuckling a bit and say, “I really hope you enjoy this hot chocolate!” As he is drinking his hot chocolate, we start
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