Early morning starts are hard. Waking up to an alarm each day, blaring louder and louder by the second, demanding you to jump out of bed, and get to it. Even hopping in the shower, or grabbing a quick breakfast, isn’t enough. It’s only a visit to the local cafe that can put a pep in my step, and help properly energise me.
Between the delicious smell of roasting boutique coffee beans and the chatter of the other patrons above their usual playlist, it’s an absolute feast for my senses. It doesn’t hurt that the girl who serves me is always dressed in skin tight black leggings, with her black bralette top barely hiding her perky tits. As I get up this morning, I feel the anticipation of each step building, as I get closer to the shop.As I enter, it’s a little quieter than normal. There’s still a few of the usuals floating around, feeding their caffeine addictions, but thankfully I don’t have to line up.