Post by ||Megs|| on Feb 28, 2007 9:41:14 GMT -5
It was the same thing every morning--they would meet at The Coffee Squid, a cafe located right smack in the middle of the small town, and order a glass of orange juice. There they would sit at a small round table, near the large window so that the streaming sunlight would warm them. Then, at exactly eight o'clock, the three friends would part to go about their daily lives. So it wasn't a surprise that three glasses of orange juice sat out on the severing counter as Steph, Johnny, and Iris walked into the cafe that morning.
Since it was his turn to pay, Johnny slid three bills over the counter after taking his glass, and joined the two girls at their usual table. These three friends were as different as could be. Johnny was a doctor, Steph a clothes designer, and Iris sold flowers she grew in her own greenhouse.
"How goes your patients?" Iris asked in her sweet voice, whipping off a faint patch of dirt from her faded jeans and another from her simple baggy top. Use to this, Johnny took no heed to Iris's fidgeting.
"Pretty good, except for one who came in the second I got to the hospital yesterday. This poor kid got a bee stuck up his nose."
"However did that happen?" Steph cut in properly, setting her glass down. But a faint hint of an amused smile was tugging at her lips.
"It apparently just flew up his nose." Johnny said with a casual shrug. "How about you, Steph? How goes your buisness?"
"Quite excellent!" Steph was quick to say, happy and jumping on the opportunity to talk about herself. "We finally got our magazine, and it sold out in just two days of publishing! All thanks to me, of course. That company sucked before I got in there!" Noticing that Iris was looking idly out the window and not listening to her, Steph sighed and tapped her fingers on the table. "So, Iris, how is your shaggy clothes--I mean, your lovely flower business going?" Johnny chuckled, but Iris did not seem to catch on to Steph's snotty comment about her gardening clothes. Steph was always up to fashion from head to toe, and often frowned at those who weren't willing to catch up.
Iris looked back to her friends, a sweet smile lighting up her simple, pretty features.
"Oh, the usual. I have a special order of pansies from this lovely couple who strolled by yesterday." Iris put it simply, taking another sip from her glass. Steph looked unimpressed, but a slow smile lit her lips as an idea crossed her mind.
"Hey, what if I were to design some clothes for gardeners..."
"If you mean mini skirts and I-can't-breath-tops, I am not interested." Iris said at once. Johnny, recognizing the start of an old argument, rubbed the back of his head.
"Ladies, ladies..." At his remark, Steph snapped her gaze to him. He was already wearing his white uniform, looking sharp and impressive. For once, Steph couldn't complain. Then, as usual, Steph backed down, and Iris returned to her gazing dreamily out the window. Then, at exactly eight o'clock, they said their goodbyes and parted.
A couple sat at the serving counter, and couldn't have helped to overhear the conversation. When they were gone, the man chuckled.
"Well, that was entertaining."
"They have been like that ever since they were kids," the server behind the counter said, setting two cups of coffee before the couple, looking out the window as Iris got on her bike and peddled from view. "You saw how different they were, and even though the paths they chose were very different from one another, they never drifted apart from their friendship, as what usually happens these days to kids as they grow up." The woman nodded thoughtfully, warming her hands with the mug.
"Interesting...so, how long have they been coming here?"
"Ever since I opened up, and they were just tiny little things. And always, without fail, they would order orange juice." chuckled the server, propping his elbows up on the counter. "I didn't use to serve it, just coffee. But I made an exception for them. You know...we could learn a lot from those three."
The couple glanced at each other, then over their shoulders, even though the small group had already left.
Just because we go our separate ways, does not mean we, in turn, must separate as well.
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Hikari's Corrections:
. Three glasses of orange juice sat out on the severing counter - You probably meant serving.
2. "How about you, Steph? How goes your buisness?" - Business.
3. and Iris returned to her gazing dreamily out the window. - You can easily remove the 'her' and make it sound smoother.
A very thought-provoking story! I enjoyed it very much, and you're right, I love Johnny!
I'm sure another run through in a few days, altering a few choppy sentences, and removing a few wordy bits, would make it even better, but it's still good as is.
Since it was his turn to pay, Johnny slid three bills over the counter after taking his glass, and joined the two girls at their usual table. These three friends were as different as could be. Johnny was a doctor, Steph a clothes designer, and Iris sold flowers she grew in her own greenhouse.
"How goes your patients?" Iris asked in her sweet voice, whipping off a faint patch of dirt from her faded jeans and another from her simple baggy top. Use to this, Johnny took no heed to Iris's fidgeting.
"Pretty good, except for one who came in the second I got to the hospital yesterday. This poor kid got a bee stuck up his nose."
"However did that happen?" Steph cut in properly, setting her glass down. But a faint hint of an amused smile was tugging at her lips.
"It apparently just flew up his nose." Johnny said with a casual shrug. "How about you, Steph? How goes your buisness?"
"Quite excellent!" Steph was quick to say, happy and jumping on the opportunity to talk about herself. "We finally got our magazine, and it sold out in just two days of publishing! All thanks to me, of course. That company sucked before I got in there!" Noticing that Iris was looking idly out the window and not listening to her, Steph sighed and tapped her fingers on the table. "So, Iris, how is your shaggy clothes--I mean, your lovely flower business going?" Johnny chuckled, but Iris did not seem to catch on to Steph's snotty comment about her gardening clothes. Steph was always up to fashion from head to toe, and often frowned at those who weren't willing to catch up.
Iris looked back to her friends, a sweet smile lighting up her simple, pretty features.
"Oh, the usual. I have a special order of pansies from this lovely couple who strolled by yesterday." Iris put it simply, taking another sip from her glass. Steph looked unimpressed, but a slow smile lit her lips as an idea crossed her mind.
"Hey, what if I were to design some clothes for gardeners..."
"If you mean mini skirts and I-can't-breath-tops, I am not interested." Iris said at once. Johnny, recognizing the start of an old argument, rubbed the back of his head.
"Ladies, ladies..." At his remark, Steph snapped her gaze to him. He was already wearing his white uniform, looking sharp and impressive. For once, Steph couldn't complain. Then, as usual, Steph backed down, and Iris returned to her gazing dreamily out the window. Then, at exactly eight o'clock, they said their goodbyes and parted.
A couple sat at the serving counter, and couldn't have helped to overhear the conversation. When they were gone, the man chuckled.
"Well, that was entertaining."
"They have been like that ever since they were kids," the server behind the counter said, setting two cups of coffee before the couple, looking out the window as Iris got on her bike and peddled from view. "You saw how different they were, and even though the paths they chose were very different from one another, they never drifted apart from their friendship, as what usually happens these days to kids as they grow up." The woman nodded thoughtfully, warming her hands with the mug.
"Interesting...so, how long have they been coming here?"
"Ever since I opened up, and they were just tiny little things. And always, without fail, they would order orange juice." chuckled the server, propping his elbows up on the counter. "I didn't use to serve it, just coffee. But I made an exception for them. You know...we could learn a lot from those three."
The couple glanced at each other, then over their shoulders, even though the small group had already left.
Just because we go our separate ways, does not mean we, in turn, must separate as well.
---
Hikari's Corrections:
. Three glasses of orange juice sat out on the severing counter - You probably meant serving.
2. "How about you, Steph? How goes your buisness?" - Business.
3. and Iris returned to her gazing dreamily out the window. - You can easily remove the 'her' and make it sound smoother.
A very thought-provoking story! I enjoyed it very much, and you're right, I love Johnny!
I'm sure another run through in a few days, altering a few choppy sentences, and removing a few wordy bits, would make it even better, but it's still good as is.
