you're so cold without the love | open Nov 15, 2014 9:55:43 GMT 9.5
Post by CHARLIE QUINN on Nov 15, 2014 9:55:43 GMT 9.5
the coals are beginning to glow
when it's all said and done, we'll shine like the sun
Besides the muted chattering of his teeth behind his almost-blue lips, Charlie couldn't hear much over the loud rumbling of the express train settled outside the cafe. The small granules of sugar he'd spilled over the table when he had attempted to sweeten the bitter, bottom-of-the-pot house brew were shaking and hopping about with the reverberation of the sound. The cafe was cozy enough, it had that old run down delicatessen feel about it, something that reminded Charlie of the old corner stores back home. Besides that, he couldn't think of a reason why the place attracted him so often.
Pulling the sleeves of his lilac, angora sweater to fiddle with the placement of one of the yellow butterfly clips nestled in his birds nest hair, Charlie peeked from behind his arm at the waitress behind the counter. The bright red uniform and the black apron sagged on her exhausted body, her arms looked strong but the bags under her eyes betrayed her. Mentioning something about her endurance when it came to late night shifts seemed a little pointless though, as Charlie was not very good at looking after himself either. Long nights had become more of a friend than an enemy these days.
Moving his hands from his hair to dip his fingers in the scalding hot coffee before him, Charlie was suddenly overcome with a full body shiver. Continuing to watch the waitress lazily refill the coffee pot with one hand and wipe down the counter top with the other, Charlie wondered if he would ever have the patience for such a menial job. The longer he watched her, the longer he began to admire her really. Lifting one hand from the coffee cup and sucking the moisture from his nail beds, Charlie then waved to get the waitress's attention.
"You got any cherry pie with whip?" A hesitant nod, as though she did not admire Charlie or even consider him worthy of a look without hostility "I'll take a slice. Nice and hot."
After her slight grunt of acknowledgement and the view of her back to him signalling he would get his pie, Charlie placed his hand down on the table and collected some of the stray granules of sugar. Pressing his fingertip against them, he let the stickiness of the residual coffee and the singed pads of his fingers grasp the sharp white remnants and lifted them to his mouth. The brief throb when his teeth bit into the flesh around his nail made his smile contentedly, maybe this was the reason he dragged himself to the deserted cafe so late at night, the privacy was always appreciated.