Who Evers name is the title that the POV the chapter will follow, just to let you know!

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Peace and quite it was the last time he'd hear it for the day. My eyes glazed over the cramped coffee shop. My hands behind my back tying the murky green apron.

My gaze fell down as a small 'ding' echoes through the petit coffee shop.

A small sigh left my lips as I knew this'll be a long day..

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Rubbing the back of my neck, the soft skin now feeling sore from constantly look down at customers.

Counting the money speeding through my hands I heard the soft ring of the bell from the glass door. " sorry, we're closed" I didn't bother to look up.

Still counting the colourful notes in my hand I could feel the presence of this customer not leave.

"Actually you close at seven it's.. six forty nine" I could hear the smirk from here but I recognised the voice, it was high pitch but soft

My eyes wandered up and a groan leaving my lips as I realised it was Louise. " what do you want Louise?" A small smile cracked onto my face.

" come on! You know what I want!" Her voice echoed through the empty coffee shop. I sighed as I turned starting to make her over the top hot chocolate  with fluffy whip cream and three marshmallows on the side (all pink, she's so picky).

" anyway so today I had to wax this guys armpits! And it was feral! It was like a-" I stopped listening halfway focusing on making her drink that I knew for a fact she'd over pay for.

As soon as I turned she stopped talking a squealed out of delight from her ' precious baby.'

A small smile laced onto my lips soon faded as I hung the green apron on the pin attached to the wall.

" I don't get how your so exited, it's just got chocolate" I said knowing she'd go on a whole rant about the 'delicious goodness of her precious shot chelate that I make so perfectly' atleast it'd give her something to talk about on the way home.

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Huddled in the corner on my small bed inside my cramped room. The only light just barely stinging through the closed window.

Scrolling through Instagram I came across Louise's fan page of Daniel Howell. She was always a fan girl unfortunately one fans biggest if not she would probably name herself dan trash no. One.

I sighed as I saw the image of dan his hair was straightened down into a fringe. It seemed like an old picture. His suit was covered in luxurious diamonds and expensive fabrics.

I rolled my eyes and scrolled down. 'Even when he was a new model he was still spoiled' the thought crossed my mind but soon the only thing across my mind was hazy sleep as if on queue everything went dark..

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Don't worry he just fell asleep and I'm sorry if Louise's character is a bit off!
I don't watch her that much

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