The soft scent of coffee surrounded his soft aura. He stood under the shining rays of sun. Spinning the spoon in the mug. His coffee colored apron fitted him perfectly. The morning seemed too fresh for him.
The door chime made a sound; it was a sign of an arriving of a customer.
"One American latte, please" the old man smiled towards the young boy.
"That'll be 5$" he politely took the money and gave him the coffee.
His badge on the apron said
"Eryan."
He let out a sigh of relief as the last customer left and it was time to close the café. He cleaned the tables, closed the curtains and took off his apron said bye to his manager and walked out of the café.
Listening to soft music, he was swaying towards home. He stood at the bus stop with a soft charming smile looking around and taking in the moment. His dark brown hair cast a shadown on his brown orbs. His dimple was well defined; it deserved a moment to be admired.
His eyes wandered around and came across a kitten. He called the kitten softly and caressed it's head.
"My name is Eryan. what's yours?"
He asked the kitten as if It could speak. The sound of tires screeching and coming to a halt. He turned around and saw the people coming out of bus. He bid good bye to the kitten and ran towards tha bus.
Reaching home, he took out his books and started studying.
That's how Eryan's life is. He has parents who lives in the village. For his future they sent him to city for higher studies. He does part time job to lessen the burden of his parents. At the morning he goes to university, in evening at the café. And at night he studies.
He has no dreams or any wish. He just wants to be there for his parents. He's just spending his life not living it.
The next day.
At University; books scattered Infront of him as he sat in a library. He let out a sigh.
"Eryan you know even if you let yourself relax for a moment the world won't die"
His friend zuoma spoke
"Tomorrow is a test and I seriously don't want less than 90 this time"
"You're strange I am happy with 60 too"
"Will you let me study in peace? please zouma"
"In one condition"
"What?"
"You will go to club with me tonight"
"Don't say things that are impossible"
"Please Eryan you've been ignoring it for years now, it'll be so fun pleasee"
"Fine"
He had no other choice. Zouma had been begging for two years now; he always deny now it just feels undeniable.
At club
He entered the club. The bitter aroma of alcohol hit his nose he quickly made a disgusting expression.
"What do you even find good in clubs?"
He yelled to zouma because the music was so loud. Zouma didn't care, he disappeared into the crowd with his weird friends.
This was something new for Eryan he had never gone to a club before. He saw a place next to a counter which looked like a bar; he has seen in the movies. He sat on one of the chairs. His back facing the counter as he looked towards the crowd. Eryan has this habit of noticing things too deeply. He saw how girls were sticking to men and a boy wobbling because of his drunken self. His eyes darted towards a girl. Seemingly different. Her hands were holding a tray filled with glasses of beer. Her skirt short and tight. Her face filled with maybe 100 layers of makeup. But her eyes; they were hazel. They were shining whenever the disco light hit her eyes.
Her light brown hair were swaying with the wind. She served all the beer and turned around.
Her eyes found his eyes. They both made an eye contact. Eryan flinched. She looked away and went behind the counter. He turned around and kept looking at her.
"First time seeing a girl?"
Her voice dripped bitter honey. And he hated the way; he wanted to listen to her voice more.
He looked away; his ears red as cherry.
"Do you want beer?"
"Uh, no"
He stuttered; of course he has never tasted alcohol before.
"Can I get water?"
"What?"
She laughed and it sounded the best to his ears. He kept admiring her.
"You came to club for water?"
"Actually, my friend forced me to come and now he's gone and I don't know what to do"
She clicked her tongue on her teeth and said
"Understandable."
She served all the drinks and sat next to him.
"What's your name?"
"Eryan."
"My name is Black Rose"
"Wow! that's such a unique name"
"I know; what do you do?"
"I'm studying and I do part-time job at Café"
"You don't have habit of asking people some questions too?"
He looked down in embarrassment.
"What...do you do?"
She chuckled.
"That looks forced; I work here"
"Did you want this job?"
"Who would want to work as a bartender?"
Silence filled between them.
"I live alone, in morning I study virtually and at night I work here to manage my expenses" she said simply.
"Do you want to quit this job?"
"Huh?"
"My café is hiring people. Why don't you come there? They pay good too"
"Uh, I don't know maybe I can try"
"Here take my number when you have made your mind; call me"
He extended his phone with his number on it. She took a picture of it in her phone and smiled at him. He got up.
"I guess I'll have to leave now take care it was nice meeting you"
"It was nice meeting you too, Eryan"
"Bye, Black Rose"
He stopped out of the club. The chaos of the club and sound of the rash music faded. He put a hand on his chest. His heart was racing rapidly it started to hurt.