Harry Styles,
Dated 21st July 2006,
Today was a special day. I walked in Aunt Carol's coffee shop to study and was just going to go reserve a booth when she called me over to talk. Aunt Carol was a piece of work. She was 33, only 12 years older than me, and she married my uncle jack. Jack was 68 when they got married, he's dead now. It almost sad, he died two days and one night after they got married. At least they were together for 10 years.

I was surprised when she offered me a job. "We're runnin' low on staff Harold. Ya gotta step up". Needless to say, I was worried about school. When I told her I'm in my 2nd year of law, she suggested, "do part time love! I'll pay ya heartily".
And just as she said that, the phone rang and she sped walk her way over to the her desk to answer. I was standing there awkwardly when I heard the bell jingle as someone, a potential customer, opened the door.

Walked in Eliza. The girl from the other side of town. The side where the poor live- and not because they want to, but because they are forced to. She looked at me, smiled and stood at the cashier's area waiting patiently. I felt pity for her. Judging by her clothes, one might think that she has a decent life, but she doesn't. Her mother was a forced to leave her husband when she was pregnant because she was pregnant. I remember my mother consoling a woman in her 20s one night. This was 20 years ago. My mother passed away last year. However, even when she was alive, Alice, Eliza's mother, never came to our house after that night. I never found out what happened but all I know is that home life for Eliza is one word: hell.
She barely spoke to me and stood there waiting. So, I decided to move behind the counter.

"Whatcha gonna have?" I asked her with a small smile. She smiled back before telling me her order: one medium black coffee. And she was very specific on the fact that it should not contain "milk or sugar. I like it plain and dark". I wondered why she would order such a gloomy drink. Even I drink coffee but I never take it plain. That's like evil in your mouth.

I, may have given her a pity smile and said "don't worry, it's on the house" when she gave me a five dollar bill. She wasn't kind when she responded though. Her response was curt and short, "No thank you sir". And with that she slapped the bill on the counter, grabbed her coffee, and made her way out of Aunt Carol's shop.

Her eyes were just two drops of coffee in a cloud of milk.

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