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|Travis R. Alexander||
Posted: Aug 20 2016, 05:43 PM
When Travis had gotten up that morning, the clouds had been dark and the waves that crashed against the sand were rougher than usual. It was how he knew a storm was coming. It didn’t seem like it would be that bad as he was getting ready for work. Rain was coming, that was for sure. It would mean that the horses would all be stuck inside. At least if they could avoid any thunder or lightning, they might not get spooked. There were only five horses currently at the sanctuary, but if one spooked, they were all likely to.
Sighing softly to himself, Travis made sure to dress for the wind and rain before padding barefoot into the kitchen. If this was the start of the day, he would surely need coffee to survive it. Pulling the fridge open Travis started pushing around the few things in there, looking for his coffee. His frown deepened as he realized there were no more coffee grinds left in his fridge. Letting out an audible groan, he let the fridge close, banging his head against it for a moment before pushing off to go get shoes. No coffee in the house meant that he’d have to stop before heading in.
With shoes on Travis made for the door, opening it to leave just as the pitter patter of raindrops hit his roof. Pausing he grabbed an umbrella from beside the door before leaving. The rain was light for now, but who knew how it would be after a little while. The drive into town wasn’t too bad, but the rain did start to pick up as time went on. The wind too. As he parked in the Starbucks parking lot, Travis frowned at his windshield and the fat droplets that landed on it. If it weren’t for his need of coffee and at this point, food, he would have skipped this. Grabbing the umbrella, Travis picked his way through the puddles, gripping tight as the wind tried to rip the umbrella from his hand.
Once inside, he shook himself off and stored the umbrella by the door before hopping in line. Hopefully he could get in and out of here before the storm picked up anymore force. It took nearly three minutes to get through the line and place his order, another seven before it was ready. Thanking the barista with a smile, Travis moved towards the door with his coffee and breakfast sandwich in hand before pausing. “Crap.” He muttered as he looked between the two then to his umbrella against the wall, to the downpour outside. There was no way he’d make it to his car without getting drenched. Giving into the storm, Travis turned from the door to look for a place to sit in the semi crowded cafe. Seemed he wasn’t the only one who’d chosen to wait out this storm where he was. But hey, at least it was raining.