Chapter 6

There was no breathing space for me in my room. My roommates, well, they don't believe me. And I do not care. I found a coffee shop nearby to stay in and probably practice. Since the school field and my room were a no go. It was my first time at the coffee shop that early and it was quite empty. I braced myself and walked in.

"Hi pretty. Morning."The young lady at the counter said to me, eyeing my guitar bag. Her brown hair was packed in a dough and she was quite pale. She had an apron on and a strange tag on, with the inscription "I love you, I mean you." Why has she put that on her dress?!

"Hi. Black coffee please." I said.

"Wow."She smiled, picked up a cup and got the coffee. "Still at college?"

"Yeah."

"You play..."She dropped the cup of coffee on the counter. "Let me guess. It looks like a viola or a guitar. Yes, guitar, right?"She has this infectious smile, I had to smile.

"Yes. Thanks."

"Oh wait."She stopped me. "Can you play?"

"Sure. Will I be allowed to practice here?"

"Sure