Shirley Ji-Woo Kim's Story

Saturday.
Temp: 80 degrees
Weather: Sunny, Clear Skies.

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Emma groaned softly as the morning sunlight shone on her eyes, awakening her from a very comfortable sleep. Tightening her arms around the duvet, the young woman slid reluctantly out of the warm and inviting bed. Placing her bare feet on the wooden floor she winced at the coldness of the shaded part of the floor, slowly stumbling over to the curtains as Emma attempted to wake her mind and body up. Ripping the curtains open allowing the sun to pour into every corner of the room, illuminating pictures of her family and friends from home, causing her to smile.

Feeling a little more awake this time Emma chose today outfit which was a white and grey checkered top and a pair of black skinny jeans. Hanging the clothes over her chair Emma quickly jumped into the shower for a refreshing start to the day. Make up was applied soon after the shower since it was easier that applying make up or even forgetting about it after she got dressed. Drying her wildly hair and tying it up in a loose bun Emma proceeded to get dressed and walked downstairs.

The first port of call was the refrigerator, searching through the contents, Emma pulled out the Orange juice and cream cheese. Knocking the fridge door with her elbow, Emma placed the cream cheese on the counter and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured a glass of juice. The toaster was next of the list, searching the cupboard Emma pushed random appliances in order to find the toaster.

Heaving out a sigh she looked around the kitchen and there it was, right next to the coffee maker. Finding a bagel, Emma sliced it in half and placed it in the toaster taking a seat on one of the chairs placed in the kitchen. Something that she never really understood but when you had to watch good incase it burnt the chair was needed. Tapping her hands on her knees to the sound of the music Emma wondered who was getting up next.

Emma looked over as she saw Maggie walk into the kitchen, looking beautiful as ever. Giving a wave to her as she walked in the kitchen and walked over to the refrigerator "Good Morning" "Morning, It certainly is beautiful outside today" Emma glanced out of the window at the sun above. Checking the toaster once more she took a gulp of orange juice, The next thing that Maggie said caught Emma completely off guard "you look cute" The prickly heat of outside seemed to rise in Emma's cheeks, composing herself quickly she spoke " Thanks Mags, it's amazing what you can grab while your half awake in the morning. You look beautiful too." Emma gave a smile and looked back to the toaster to avoid herself blushing again.

Giving a glance into the cooking bagel in the toaster she sighed softly " I think we should invest in a new toaster, this one is slowing down" Looking over to the door as Kenneth walked in, he looked tired, perhaps he hadn't slept well? Emma's sleep pattern's depended on what shift she was working at the club. It all depended on how many DJ's were playing on the night, and if they were popular or not. Emma's sets usually lasted and hour or two so she would never get home until midnight depending on when the set started.

The next arrival in the kitchen was Jesse watching as he went in the fridge and pulled out a slice of bread placing it in the toaster. Emma smiled at Jesse and looked as her bagel finally popped up. Pulling out the hot bagel with her fingers, she yelped a little waving her fingers to cool them. Spreading the cream cheese on the bagel she stayed where she was sitting since everyone was in the kitchen she spoke " what's everyone up to today? Anyone fancy hanging out today? I haven't got to be at the club until 9 today so I'm free all day"

Opening her eyes to the morning tweets of the birds outside her window. Shirley looked up toward the ceiling, surely she has been here for awhile and she had always hoped that one day she'll wake up to same old ceiling she had, but then she stopped herself from continuing that thought. Surely she could just lay here and continue thinking about Washington, but then she remembered her deal with herself.

Getting up she walked out of her room and up the stairs to the bathroom. After spending a very long dozen of time in the bathroom she finally finished and walked down the hall. Everyone had already sat down in the kitchen ready for breakfast. Emma was chewing on her bagel while Jesse's bread had just hopped out of the toaster. Shirley directed a small smile at everyone else, before walking towards the refrigerator and grabbing the canton of orange juice out and closing the refrigerator. The kitchen cupboard creaked as she opened it to reach for the tall glass, she poured around a half a cup for herself before returning the canton back to the refrigerator.

After finishing the juice, she washed the cup in the sink and put it on the drying rack before saying goodbye to everyone. She then walked out of the kitchen and back up to her room to get ready for work. She would usually stay longer in the kitchen and try so socialize while having breakfast, but then since Saturday is her work day at the diner so she decided to have breakfast at the diner instead.

Walking to the diner in the morning seems very chill, everyone is still in their houses eating breakfast and getting ready for the day. Marilyn Beach remained empty when she walked by there were a couple of people passing by but again, not as busy as the streets of Washington. Upon arrival she looked up at the giant sign that said Elizabeth Hardy's Diner, it's time to get ready for another day here, wonder how long life like this will last.

"Well I've got nothing to do today," I noted as I pulled out my toast; burning my fingers a bit. I ripped a piece off and slowly chewed it. Shirley soon walked in the kitchen, not saying much, just making breakfast. She puzzled me; I don't know much about her yet I'm living under the same roof as her. I understand that she's shy and doesn't talk much with anyone, though it would be nice to get to know her. I bit another piece of toast in thought. Shirley's voice saying good bye finally snapped me out of my trance. Before I could say anything, she quickly scurried out the front door, off to work. I quickly finished off my bread and took a sip from my glass of orange juice that was sitting on the counter. The room temperature finally taking a toll on the -now warm- orange juice.

I quickly washed out the glass at the sink; swishing the water inside then quickly scrubbing it down with dish-washing soap. Putting the cup in the drying rack, I wiped my hands on one of the mini towels. I turned around to find Kenneth looking through the breadbox, picking up a kanelbulle. I raised my eyebrows slightly. Since when has that been there? I've certainly never seen it there before, maybe I didn't look in the bread box better? I pondered at this thought as I glanced over to the stove; which had a teakettle making soft whistling sounds as it gradually warmed up. I looked up to the ceiling, thinking of some things all of us roommates can do together. I looked back at the teakettle, which was now beginning to get louder. I shifted my gaze at Kenneth. He was standing by the back door, completely oblivious to the teapot that was -what sounded like- screaming. I walked swiftly toward the stove and lifted the teakettle from the stove burner.

As I was about to move, Kenneth quickly rushed by my side. "No problem," I reply with a smile. I can't believe someone can just zone out an obnoxious thing and drift off in thought, I find the thought pretty entertaining. I handed him the pot. "Can I have a cup?" I asked. I'll admit it.. I've never tried tea before! I feel the tiniest bit ashamed of that fact. It's just that, back then, my parents never drank tea, only coffee. I mentally laughed at the thought, knowing that if I actually laughed out loud everybody would probably think I'm crazy.