Eight years later.
I always hated Mondays.
I don't know why, but I always did.
It reminds me of the slow, painful long week ahead.
Yeah that should be the reason.
Well, the only good thing I like about Mondays is that I have my cup of black coffee to keep me going.
I thank the cashier at the coffee shop I always get my coffee from on the way to work every morning.
She smiles at me and I sigh.
"Have a great day!" She says cheerfully.
"Thanks Milly." I say as I read her name tag.
She look happy
Too happy.
And somehow, it irritates me.
I sigh and walk out of there. The sun hits my face and I use my hand to block the sun from my face.
It was too sunny for a winter morning.
I take a sip from my coffee and I start walking to my office.
I work as a lawyer in a small firm in New York.
