The delicate tinkle of the bell surrounded the customers with a strong indication that the wind outside was growing stronger. Two burly truck drivers jumped up and slammed the door shut. One of the waitresses of the cafe rushed over with a two by four, which one of the truckers grabbed and stuck between the two handles. While one sat back down at his seat, the one that had grabbed the block of wood stared into the storm.It twisted inwards and over itself, a galaxy of dust within itself.
The sound of pouring coffee broke the silence next, and soon glasses clinking on tabletops followed as the customers became even more comfortable with the growing storm outside. The waitress glanced up ever so often, staring at the storm. It was hobbling towards them swiftly. A hand in the air caught her eye. She smiled at the man, finished topping off a mug of coffee, and moved from behind tha counter, past the fry cook who sat staring most transfixed upon the dust, and moved towards the couple at the end booth. She pulled a pencil out of her up-do and took the pad of paper from her waist. She scribbled down an order and moved over to the fry cook, giving him the sheet of paper.He looked at her with a wild look in his eyes before he realized she was giving him an order to fill out. He stuck up in a clip above the stove and started cooking.
When the atmosphere had finally reached a feeling of calmness, the doors began to shake, and the same truckers jumped out of their seat. The couple in the booth at the end were startled. The man was holding onto the woman's hand. The waitress put the coffee pot down on the counter, and went into the back room, searching for the keys to lock the door, but she felt she wouldn't be able to find them. The manager was out and he was the only one with them. The extra pairs were being made. The cafe was a relatively new endeavor for the owner. Read more »