Aster
travelling satelite
Lucille Lamikre cursed as she quickly regained her footing after being shoved in the crowded metro station. Passengers, all eager to rush to their destined locations be it work, school, mall, home or where ever, cared little for the dainty young miss who took her time boarding off the train. It was her first time taking the subway and being unfamiliar with such a multitude (in comparison to sitting lone in a car, driven to a university within walking distance) her clumsiness was to be expected. Despite whatever discomfort she may have felt in taking a new method of transport to class, it did not beat the satisfaction of stubbornly disobeying her father's order to take the car.
"Public transport is dangerous." He'd say, latter bringing up the probabilities (however low they may be) of car accidents when Lucille volunteers to drive herself to class. Having a driving license was pointless if she was to be driven to places by a chauffeur. It didn't take long for Lucille to rebel against her father's insistence, despite the well being in his demands. In a month's time, Lucille had successfully deterred from taking the family's car to taxis and buses, and now finally, the train.
Minus the one incident where she had dropped the heavy textbooks in hand on a man's foot due to the slight, unexpected shudder from the train, Lucille would say that her first ride on the station was quite successful. The fact that she had managed to do it all on her own made her beam with silent pride. A glance down at her watch told her she still had two hours before classes start: two hours to cram and soak up the necessary caffeine to sit through today's lectures. Lucille took this in with a hearty sigh and began her way towards her favored coffee house.
The rich scent of coffee beans and the quiet hum of the radiator, pencils scratching over flat surfaces, fingers tapping against keyboards, low murmurs from those on their phones. Minus the coffee, it wasn't much different from the other environments Lucille was used to. Her heeled boots made a soft tapping sound over the wooden floors as she made her way towards the register to order her usual.
She was hardly surprise to see a familiar face on the other side of the counter and rose her brows at the said individual as she made her order. "Vanilla macchiato. Less sugar, please."
"Public transport is dangerous." He'd say, latter bringing up the probabilities (however low they may be) of car accidents when Lucille volunteers to drive herself to class. Having a driving license was pointless if she was to be driven to places by a chauffeur. It didn't take long for Lucille to rebel against her father's insistence, despite the well being in his demands. In a month's time, Lucille had successfully deterred from taking the family's car to taxis and buses, and now finally, the train.
Minus the one incident where she had dropped the heavy textbooks in hand on a man's foot due to the slight, unexpected shudder from the train, Lucille would say that her first ride on the station was quite successful. The fact that she had managed to do it all on her own made her beam with silent pride. A glance down at her watch told her she still had two hours before classes start: two hours to cram and soak up the necessary caffeine to sit through today's lectures. Lucille took this in with a hearty sigh and began her way towards her favored coffee house.
The rich scent of coffee beans and the quiet hum of the radiator, pencils scratching over flat surfaces, fingers tapping against keyboards, low murmurs from those on their phones. Minus the coffee, it wasn't much different from the other environments Lucille was used to. Her heeled boots made a soft tapping sound over the wooden floors as she made her way towards the register to order her usual.
She was hardly surprise to see a familiar face on the other side of the counter and rose her brows at the said individual as she made her order. "Vanilla macchiato. Less sugar, please."