Sleep

You wake up in the morning. The sun's light from the outside punches through your window and lights your entire room. It's a bit of a messy sight, but you don't bother too much to do anything about it. You'll be leaving one day anyway, so what's the point? You know where everything is.

Dressing up, you step out of your rented room and deeply inhale; a refreshing change of smell meets your nose. The smell of breakfast and freshly brewed coffee is always a welcoming scent to step into. Besides that, you also knew who else was in the building. Delilah had always been good company, but you were going to look for someone else this time...

On your way down the stairs, you run into Maple - the girl you desired to see the most. Your brief "interaction" with her from the night before stuck with you, you can't wait to see where your conversation will lead. She doesn't seem to be dressed all the well, just casually in jeans, sneakers, and a plain white shirt. Maple, does look to be a little tired still. Her blonde hair up are in a messy bun, and she doesn't have much makeup on, but none the less, she still looks pretty. Even her pale skin in it's natural doesn't have too many imperfections that you can see.

You both exchange greetings and good mornings...her voice is deeper before she clears it. "I didn't expect you to see you until noon, if I had to be honest." She says. "But now that we're together, we might as well share a cup of coffee together, don't you think?"

Maple didn't seem too awkward around you, and you think you'd like to know more about her, but she does miss that fluid interaction you had with Delilah. There are few pauses and odd comments every so often while you got coffee. You groped for some kind of verbal anchor. Instead, you watched her hands bounce from the mugs to the pots...

Her soft pale hands traced along the counter, picking up packets of sugar. She dolled up her drink much more than you did, but there was denying that it looked a lot better too. Whipped cream, creamer, and sweetened, it had a brighter, more inviting look to yours.

The tavern, even in the morning, was still pretty empty. It left you and Maple practically alone in the lobby. Every once in awhile, someone would poke around and grab whatever it was they wanted before leaving, you didn't bother much at remembering their faces.

"Hey, are you busy today?" Maple suddenly breaks the building's silence between you with a question. You look at her with your brows knitted. "A dress arrived a few days ago and I was wondering if you could you tell me how I look in it? I'm going to see family this next weekend, so I could use a second opinion."