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[tori .]

Days like these were rare. The days where you felt that you could get up in the morning and go. Days where you felt you had a natural high and love for life. Days where you could stay away for two more. The sky was lit with it's illuminous blue which resembles the colour of the Great Barrier Reef, the clouds jostling with each other, creating that Mackerel effect that Farmers detested so greatly. The sun was lightly playing with the horizon line, rising ever so slightly with the time. It was 9:30am and everything in the world had come alive. It was as if everyone was on a timer and at precisely 9am there was a cue for everyone to start getting busy. Children running in and out of the roundabout on the playground, the lonely swing finally finding someone to swing and the slide providing a young one with a giggle. Parents, watching them with hawk like eyes laughed and exchanged glances with other parents like themselves. There was the angry middle aged man in the ever growing traffic jam, his fist beating down on the circular wheel with considerable force, his teeth bared, words of anger emitting slightly.

It was this that Isabella liked to analyse most, the way people abided to different things and times, the way everyone was governed by certain factors. She, herself had never really been told to do anything, she did what she wanted and she went where her head or the moment took her. However, she felt different about today, today was the day where she felt that she wanted to be governed and guided, how ridiculous.

The sound of soft soled shoes scuffed along the pavement, the bearer obviously being slightly lazy as they were dragging their feet. Scanning upwards, their legs were covered in black opaque tights and their top half covered in a diamante covered shirt which was wore as a dress. A large set of beads hung around the neck, rainbow coloured and one set around the wrist. It was Bella. Her long dark locks swayed gently as she paced towards the entrance to the cafe. She was in the mood for a good bacon sarni. Her hand reached out to touch the cool metal reflectant handle and she pulled hardly, swinging the door open to the jingle of a "ping!". Ever since she had been in America she was getting used to her surroundings. Corealis was different for her, it was sophisticated and deserved a bit of care, but she wasn't reall yin the mood for giving it that. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she blinked.

As she reached the counter she put her hands on the counter firmly and hoisted herself onto the breakfast bar seat.

"er - bacon sarni?"

She spoke in her strong English accent. The waiter looked confused at her as his face formed with a slight slope.

"Christ - I'll have pancakes then"

She sighed. She really was looking forward to that.

[L.ithium]

9:30am. He was late. He was never going to fit in the morning jog and then an appropriate-lengthed shower and grooming session before that lab TA meeting at this rate. Whoever scheduled a meeting at noon on a Saturday was seriously mental. The bell jingled again over the coffee shop door as he bustled in. Christ. It was a bit busier in here than usual, that was for sure. Mothers dragging the poor children of the world out of bed for a weekend breakfast with mommy... a ritual Zi was all too familiar with. He leans in at the counter next to Isabella, and attracts the attention of one of the wait staff.

All in one rush: "Coffee, please. Double shot, low-fat milk, shot of mocha, no foam." Londoner. His accent and high-maitenance order just screamed it. The neon brightness of blue and pink chunks in his long and touseled hair, along with the funky trainers (shoes, that is!) and quite tight jeans hinted at a boy used to the big city life. In waiting, he turns his head somewhat in her direction, and gives a brief but genuine smile in the girl's direction.

Then a waitress came back with his coffee. For a split second, Zi was elated. For once, it seemed things would go smoothly. Everything about the coffee appeared (and smelled) right. Then the poor waitress slipped on a wet spot on the floor and the drink went tumbling... right on the guy's shoes.

"Shit! Ah. Bloody brilliant!" It was an initial gut reaction, but Zildjian instantly felt bad about it and began apologizing to the waitress. It wasn't her fault, after all. And god knows he had money to buy new shoes. Eventually both sides had expressed profuse sorry, and the bright-haired Englishman sat down on the bench beside Isabella while the waitress went to fetch another coffee. Well. It didn't look like he would be jogging today. It was now 9:45 and he had soggy shoes...[/color]