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The next day wasn't stormy, it was quite cozy and while it was partly cloudy it was still warm, warm enough so Aurora didn't have to wear sweaters.
As she walked threw city park, a place she went threw almost every morning too get too work.
It was breathtaking, empty trees with there leaves on the floor in shades or yellow and red making her boots crunch when she walked. In the mornings it was colder then how it was in the mornings so her cheeks and nose held a slight pink shade as she wrapped a loose knitted cardigan over her, her shop coming into view.
She smiled.
Her happy place all in one place. She used too dream of opening a coffee shop, and she did, oh how she wish some people could see how happy she was in that very moments
She had opened up the shop, getting there regulars there regular drinks as her workers soon arrived too do there job.
Soon she was off doing Arrons while her employees kept the coffee shop from getting on fire.
Hours had went by.
Phone calls were made.
But she didn't know that.
She sat in the corner off a old bookstore, nose in a book, one hand holding a book and the other fiddling with her rings, twirling it around her finger as she went threw over half the book.
When she finally decided too call it quits and grab her phone that was on do not disturb for obvious reasons she saw over seven missed calls from Holly Halls.
A fellow coworker of hers, she was a older lady with the strangest taste in clothes. You know Penelope Garcia from Criminal minds, there almost identical but Holly had dark ash black hair and the cutest dimples you could ever see.
She had felt kinda guilt for not answering but a part of her was worried for the coffee shop, had something happened while she was gone?
She clicked the call button and brought the phone too her ear, her bottom lip trembled as she thought of the worse things that could've happened, had someone gone threw her pickle stash?
Almost immediately she could hear Holly's screams, but not bad screams, good screams.
"Holly, oh my god are you okay! es-tu blessé!" She rambled on and on asking if she was okay and sometimes when she was distracted her English would go away and she would speak french.
