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Post by »ryan wilks_ on Sept 8, 2007 16:44:39 GMT -5
Coffee. America's favorite thing, right? Well, if it wasn't, it should be. It always woke people up in the morning, or whenever they need that little extra boost in their day. But, who could seriously live without coffee? Ryan certainly couldn't. She always needed it at least once a day, just to wake up. With her cup of hot steamy macchiato in one hand, and a dough nut in the other, Ryan sat down in an empty, and clean, booth. She set down her drink, then took a bite out of her plain dough nut. Those ones were her favorite for some reason. After she chewed it up, she yawned, then took a drink of her macchiato. Yummage.
Her phone then began to vibrate in her blue jeans pocket. Getting it out, she read the text, then let her fingers fly over the keyboard of her orange EnV. Placing it back into her pocket, she looked at her plaid button down shirt from Hollister. It looked like a guys one, but it wasn't. She had a white boy tank under it, as well, and was wearing a big white pearl necklace, some hoop earrings, and her tannish ballet flats. Letting her straightened chocolate hued hair fall into her face, she blew it away, revealing her caramel eyes.
Letting a loud sigh escape her mouth, she took another bite of her dough nut, then looked outside the window. People were up at 10:30 in the morning on a Sunday? Well, of course, but Ryan didn't really think so. She was in her bed still until about one in the afternoon, sleeping away her hangover from the night before's party.
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