When I woke up this morning I didn't think my day would soon come crashing down on me. That what had been the best two years of my life would come to this. Me sitting in a emergency room in Sayerville New Jersey with stitches in my face and a sling on my left arm. Nor did I know when I decided to come in to work for my friend Jake at his coffee shop, that I would someday find myself surrounded by the members of one of the biggest rock bands in the world in a tiny cramped Hospital As we all sat in a waiting room waiting for words that could either break my heart or heal it.
My name is Shanna Leah... but that is neither here nor there my name is not really important not in the grander scheme of things. Nor who I am is really important but it is as this is my story how I went from being a quiet update girl to somewhat confidant woman. No one knew how my life would change so drastically in the last two years.
I am getting a head of myself like I said I never thought my life would change so drastically. I was always the good girl, did my studies hung out with my family. The only thing I did besides worked at my friend Jake's coffee shop was take pictures for the local families. I was never the conventional good looking girl in school. I didn't make friend's in school very well I was the chunky unpopular girl the one everyone saw through as if I was invisible. For pretty much my whole life that's how I felt , invisible. That all changed the day he walked into the shop. Now don't get me wrong we have a very small community barely a thousand or so residents my friend used to say we had more cows than people. Who knows how or why he found our little town but he did.
I had come in to work for the afternoon shift as Jake's wife had to take the day off for a doctor's appointment. It was not even my usual work day but Jake's wife was one of my only friend's from school and if Anna needed me I was there for her.
He strolled in he had a pair of sunglasses on a blue ball cap t shirt and a pair of jeans that just basically fit him like a glove. I could feel Karianne next to me zero on him. I could also feel her disappointment when he sat in one of my stations instead of hers. I was tempted to let her take this one but I knew the rules Jake set for the shop. He also knew Kari though she was a sweet girl was scattered brained as they come. Why he kept her working there none of us there knew. IT could be because she was Anna's little sister. But enough about her … he had set down looking at the menu that set on the table. Jake offered a lot of different things to go with coffee along with selling books and other odds and ends. You could have coffee and doughnuts or one of Anna's special made cinnamon rolls which were to die for. I pushed my glasses and headed over after a few seconds to see if he needed anything. The midday sun was peaking through the blinds casting the whole shop in a nice light. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help him. He lifted his head after perusing our limited menu. Just said a coffee he had taken his sunglasses off and I stared into the bluest eyes I'd ever had the pleasure to see. I just nodded taking his order and headed back to the front counter.
Kari was whining to Jake that she wanted to go over there but he knew what she was after and he was damned if he was going to allow it. Ya see Jake used to live in Nashville he worked in some of the best diners down there. Till he met Anna lost his heart and moved up here to our little city. But down there he knew that sometimes celebrities just wanted to be left alone in their day to day lives and not gushed over and wanted privacy. Jake could read a person's posture and he could tell from what he saw. He knew that Jon had come in and would rather be left alone to his privacy.
I brought his coffee over to him and let him alone though I had left one of Anna's special cinnamon buns by his coffee. He just looked like he could use a little pick me up and those always did help. I didn't even notice him watch me walk away. I went back to my corner where I sat to read my book. I had a ten page paper due in the next few weeks for my one class and I was behind. It was a slow day and I knew Jake wouldn't mind me using my time to try to finish it up.
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Jon sighed as he set back in the chair after a long hard ride. He just wanted to hide for awhile his divorce papers had finally gone through. The guy's were great but he needed a freaking break so he took off in his car just driving to god knows where. He had pulled into this little town thinking it be a perfect spot to just hide away for a few days. He needed a drink and saw the coffee shop setting on main street and headed in. It looked quaint small and unobtrusive somewhere he could be just a regular customer. He had been a bit startled when he was asked if he could be helped and not gushed over. It was a nice change. He had looked up to see a pair of pretty blue eyes hiding behind glasses. He shook his head at the time he was swearing off any female for awhile. He had just ordered coffee and looked through the newspaper setting on the table. A few minutes later he received his coffee but something else was set by him. He looked up from his coffee then to the small platter by it. On it was a large sticky bun he looked to see the coffee girl walking away. He watched her head to the counter. He tilted his head watching her for a second. She had soft dirty blonde hair pulled back in a tail, glasses faded jeans sneakers and a blue blouse. He looked back at the cinnabar on the plate and took a bite. His eyebrows rose a bit it was good he'd have to thank her for it. He went back to his newspaper.
He enjoyed the quietness of the coffee shop as they went on their every day lives. He could hear soft laughter he looked up to see the girl who had given him his coffee talking to a another woman with dark brown hair. He had to smile, she had a pretty smile but something seemed like she didn't do it much. He shook his head to himself he really needed to keep his mind on other things.
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