Eden
The world is hazy as I struggle to open my eyes. It's extremely difficult but I fight against the fatigue plaguing my body. The last thing I can remember is feeling like shit at the shop. Correction, I'd been feeling rough for a few days, but there'd been no way I could take time off or close early. A Whole Latte Love has been barely making it since I opened a few months ago, but business is finally starting to become consistent. The money I managed to bring with me from Chicago has quickly been running out. If only I'd planned to get more.
I'd been debating on what my choices were with the shop when I started to believe I was really sick. And then I'd panicked because I'd been alone.
No wait, Devante was there. He was there, and I'd ridden in the ambulance.