This will be me someday....

The shop was quiet when Sylvie walked in from the street. Easy blues filled the coffee shop from unseen speakers, and behind the counter, Ann smiled.

"Morning," she said. "You're here early."

"Lots to do today," Sylvie explained. "Can I have a cappucino?"

"Sure." Ann started to make the drink and Sylvie went to the corner table to set up her laptop.

Sylvie had been coming to the coffee shop early every morning to work on her novel. She was close to finishing it, and her editor was as anxious as she to see it completed.

The owner of the coffee shop was happy to have a writer working in the corner. He often told Sylvie that when she was a famous author, he could tell customers she wrote her first novel at Due Gatti. Sylvie often told him she wanted to have her first book signing at the coffee house.

This morning she was editing only. She had one more major scene to finish, and lots of rewriting to do.

"Here's your cappucino," Ann said, suddenly beside Sylvie.

"Thanks."

Sylvie opened the word document and began her day's work.