Literature
Chapter 1
There was a flyer was on the door of the coffee shop, taped up before hours and blocking the handle of the door. I pulled it down, moving it indoors and flipping the sign on the door to open. I didn't have time to read it, since I had to brew the coffee and sweep the floor before the customers arrived, so I tacked it to the bulletin board and got to work.
By the time the first customer could be heard arriving, the place was ready for business. I sat behind the counter, listening to the sound of tires crunching over the gravel of the parking lot. They didn't belong to a regular customer, which piqued my interest. The vehicle's door was closed