Riding the moon •M.C•

I was sitting down in the small coffee shop in the quiet state of Tennessee. The smell of the small d towns freshly cut grass filled my nose. I heard a slight ring of the bell signalling that somone had entered "Hello" it was a male and he had an accent,but,his accent wasnt from america. "Okay whats ya name Dearie" Yolanda the owner asked "Michael Clifford".