I can write excellent stories. Here is a synopisis below:
“What will it be today, Ms. Daniels?”
Kimora Daniels smiled at the cashier. She was at Moe’s Café, her favorite spot in town. They served the best coffee, and she came here almost every day at almost the exact same time. So much so that the staff knew her personally—she was more than just a regular customer with them. They knew a lot about her, like the fact that she always came on her lunch break, where she could settle into one of the oversized cushioned chairs near the fireplace, towards the back of the store and focus on her case files. She always carried exact change, but would tip them generously. The staff knew that’s just the kind of person Kimora Daniels was.
“The usual, Sammie, thanks.” Kimora replied, grinning at the boy. He smiled in response and rang up her usual order that consisted of a crunchy, freshly made raisin bread muffin with a warm cup of coffee.
“Need I bother to even tell you the total, Ms. Daniels?” Sammie asked, as he looked up at her from behind his register, his brown eyes meeting hers. Kimora chuckled before handing him her money. She then took two steps to her left, to stand off to the side so that the customers behind her could fill their orders while she waited. She glanced at Sammie’s small line of customers. She was here so often, she knew who were considered regulars, and who were new to Moe’s Café. Her eyes scanned the crowd briefly before temporarily resting on a newcomer who...