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Lyla wakes up to her alarm clock, a loud song buzzes in her right ear as her phone vibrates on her pillow. It was already Monday and she hates the week. This week she would need to finish yet another story, as that was her challenge for the month as that was put up by the girl's manager. She also needed to book plane tickets to her home state of Ohio for a comedy special, or mini tour as it was put on the miniature whiteboard in her room written in red ink.

Everything about that Monday was out of state, out of proportion, the only thing that would make her only the slightest bit happy would be, and as any other adult would say, an ice coffee.

The coffee shop down on sixth street was one of the best in her opinion, to be fair, it was the only coffee shop the comedian would go to since it was the closest and maybe there was a girl there she thought was cute, of course she would, that's Lyla in a nutshell, routine was a normal thing for her.

After almost contemplating murder at seven in the morning, she throws on her usual white and navy blue raglan tee-shirt and some black jean shorts since the weather was nice for once in New York. As a child she's never truly in the New Yorker state, only going through Buffalo when the girl went up to Canada for the first time in the summer between fourth and fifth grade. Way before she moved up to the country for a few years.

"Ight, so I have my phone, laptop..." She mumbles the rest of her checklist as she grabs the last of her things and half messily puts them into her messenger bag. Then half jogging out of her room, locking the door, and to the elevator on the floor of her apartment.

It was almost like a hotel, but isn't that what every apartment feels like in New York City? Just a giant clump of floors that go high above the clouds? Giving the illusion fantasy everyone wanted when they went to the well-known city? Who knows as well, she didn't. The girl has only really lived in the rural areas, living way outside of the cities, or at least thirty minutes away from them.

Once she was out of the building it was like a musical start up, just a little less happy and bright, and no spontaneous dance numbers one the slightly damp street. It was a dewy Monday morning, many were flooding the streets that made it seem worse than what the subway's stations are like. Plugging in her earbuds to her phone, she pops one into each of her ears, scrolling through her playlist to find one singular song she's loved for about ever, Mr. Blue Sky.

Her footsteps step to the beat of the music which allows her to enter into a calmed state, she's always had this obsession with going to a certain beat since she was at least ten or eleven years old, but as the girl got older it got either better or worse, but it always gave her a sense of peace, even if she slightly panicked when missing a step and held her breath afterwards to see if she could get herself back in pace but it was still a feeling that she won't be hurt nor touched by anything in the world, it was nice, amazing almost.

Once her eyes render in the small gray and white sign sticking out the wall high above the people she was surrounded by, the volume of her music decreases and she makes sure that nothing was stolen on her person or out of her bag once she was inside the shop. It was like a routine and she liked that, everything would run smoothly if that happened, as if her program was supposed to run that way and never really had any flaws, but many know, that's not the case.

The routine she'd usually always had unless something came up was that she would wake up, try not to wake up her roommate and friend, Victoria who'd she been bunking with for at least the last few years however she usually isn't there as she's mostly down in Florida working with SpaceX, get dressed, go through her mental checklist of what she needs to do for that day, grab her laptop off the charger along with anything else that was on some sort of charger that she needed, plus an extra laptop charger for when she went to the library to do some writing after she got her coffee, head outside and head to the coffee shop, Bored Connections, order an iced coffee, and get to work on responding to emails, talking to her manager who was an hour behind and just overall, work.

That was her routine for at least the morning, the afternoon however was a little disconnected. It would usually be anything that she missed in the week and anything before or over the duration of the weekend. Or she'd finally find time to do the things she really liked to do such as streaming and drawing.

When Lyla opens the door to the shop the usual high pitched golden bell rings. The barista's eyes glinted under the amber dim lighting that was in the shop to give it such a bar-like feel. They've both encountered each other many times when the girl would order, the other practically knows her order since it was always the same thing, a caramel iced coffee.

"Morning."

"Good morning, your usual?" Lyla nods, already going for her wallet to pay. The barista turns away to get the drink ready while she finally pulls out her card.

"How are there so many people out but it isn't packed in here?" She makes an effort to make small talk, it is just part of what she does, silence is the one thing she never got along with well.

"I have no idea, I guess people just want to get to their job earlier."

"At seven forty five in the morning?"

"Yep, I came here from my apartment at like six fifteen and it didn't seem so busy out."

"Seven is that magical hour I guess."

"Yep." the girl returns with a cup and puts it just out of reach for the other. "That'll be six fifty."

"Jesus, New York's expensive."

"You aren't used to the high pricing?"

"Nah, anything in Australia or England is probably more expensive than this."

"You've been there?" the girl questions, giving the other her card back.

"Yep."

"What do you do for work then if you get to go to all those great places?"

"I'm a stand-up comedian, I have another show in maybe two, three days time in my home state. What are you doing that makes you work as a barista?"

"I've still been studying to get my degree in law."

"Nice, maybe you can defend some of my jokes that get out of hand."

"I doubt that." the joke makes her smile however, passing the cup over after the transaction was complete.

"Hey, by the way, what's your name?"

"Me? I'm Jenna."