The bus was late. The light was too bright today, quite possibly due to the drinks she consumed yesterday. She hated hangovers, or as her mother used to call them, God's personal reminder as to why a lot of Christians don't drink. As if there needed to be more than one large side-effect to voluntary poisoning outside, you know, getting drunk. God's ineffable plan.
The sunglasses felt out of place on her pale face but felt necessary. A thin hand gripped the cardboard cup in her hand a little tighter than it ought to. She looked down on the white plastic lid and traced the letters on top with her other hand. Soon they pulled closer to her stop, so she grabbed her bag and stood, somewhat unsteadily, in the gangway as the bus pulled to a halt. A year into employment, the bus driver was getting used to stopping. They were on first-name basis. She wondered what that made them.
"See you tomorrow, Licia."
"Stay out of trouble, Jerry."
He laughed with his entire body the way older men sometimes did, and smiled brightly at her behind the closing doors. "I make no promises!"
She waved as the bus drove away. Jerry was to be diagnosed with cancer in two years. She didn't look forward to it.
From the bus stop it was still a ten minute walk to the shop. Her coat felt a little too hot, her bag a little too heavy, and her ballerina shoes was digging uncomfortably into her heel. She stopped for a moment, not wanting to reach work smelling of sweat and coffee– opted for just coffee, taking a sip of the still-warm beverage and sighing. By the time she reached work she had decided that she was definitely getting up more than necessary today.
"Greetings, nerds." She entered the shop, barely glancing over her sunglasses as she made her way to the tarot table. Her coffee was left balancing on the cards as she discarded her jacket, taking a seat by the table. Her plan was to do some initial readings, get a feel for how the day was going to go, and then spend some time reading depending on how far she'd get before the first costumer. Usually she'd also make time for a quick breakfast at the table– a carrot or banana– but she wasn't really feeling food today. Or life.
She took another sip of the coffee and rubbed her temples, working up the energy to do her job.