Burning Flowers (Chapter Three, page 1 of 8)


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"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Elizabeth Bennett of the 21st century," came a voice dragging through the coffee shop as Clarke walked in. She had been going to that coffee shop every morning for three months, and the staff had gotten to know her pretty well. They thought it was funny to call her that because they thought she was stubborn like that. It was probably because one of the baristas kept hitting on her, but she kept turning him down.

She walked up to the counter where the barista in question was sweeping the floor. He bumped the other cashier over to take her order. His name shined at her on his badge, catching her eye and making it burn with the glare. It read "Joe" in all caps. "So, what can I get for you today, ma'am?" he said with a wink.

Clarke looked at him with her hands on her hips for a second. She always got the same thing, but he still asked her every morning anyway. Sometimes, he would even offer to surprise her with some new combination that she would love. But she would always stick to her soy chai latte. It kept her calm, yet awake.

"The usual, Joe, please."

"One usual, coming up for Clarke!" Joe called to a young female Clarke had also seen about a million times. She was the only one that stayed silent and minded her own business in that place. But if she were honest, Clarke wouldn't have it any other way. It had become a comforting part of her routine to have the staff at the coffee shop mess with her.

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