Chamomile is a kind of tea and it's not my personal favorite, in fact, I don't really drink tea at all I prefer coffee. Anntionette was watching carefully the young man with a glimmering smile. What might have happened she asked herself to make this nameless young man so cheerful maybe a promotion or getting together with someone he'd been meaning to confess to for months. The slow rumble of the static on the broken television only mere feet away. The cafe was quieter than usual today. It seemed only her, the boy, and the waitress were here. He asked for Chamomile Tea. As he looked at his phone a panicked expression grew on his face and there he left in a rush his favorite Chamomile Tea from his favorite cafe " Lu's Cafe" brand new. Anntionette was curious as to what had happened. The waitress looked around for a bit checking to see if the young man had simply moved or had gone to check on something and as time went by offered Anntionette the perfect glass of Chamomile Tea. She was startled at first by the offer but took the glass regardless. This particular glass was cold and had lost most of its appeal making it easy for the waitress to offer it in exchange for nothing. Anntionette was too long a name she liked to be called Ann it was short and had a good sound at least in her opinion. Ann quite disliked the Perfect Glass of Chamomile Tea but its golden appeal urged her to drink it and that she did.
"The Waitress" is what Ann used referred to Adalene. Adalene had no family other than her twin brother Clement. Adalene had spent her entire life with Clement and loved him very much. Clement loved yellow jackets very much so on this very special day he would receive one from Adalene for it was his Birthday. The blinds inside made it hard to know the weather and it results today it was a cool cloudy and rainy day. Adalene could help but appreciate its beauty. She hadn't brought an umbrella or a raincoat. Ann left the cafe and just in time for it to close. Adalene closed the cafe and stepped outside feeling the cold chilly air on her pale cheeks and began her 15-minute walk home. It was hard for her to concentrate on where she was going. She walked onto the road
and died on impact
For the rushed young man from the cafe was in fact rushing. His mothers' illness had taken a turn for the worst and she had a sudden heart attack and was now hospitalized. Poor instructions from his favorite aunt had made his go down a few wrong streets and now he was back where he started his favorite danger of his mothers' disease made him worry deeply and he disregarded the red light. And ended something tragically.
Anntionette happened to be walking close to Adalene mostly because they had walked out of the cafe nearly at the same time. She turned just in time to watch the waitress from the cafe who was carrying a yellow jacket be crushed by a sparkly new truck driven by the rushed young man.
a moment of complete silence
before a terrible screech was spilled from Ann's throat with a hint of Chamomile
Adaline's funeral was not well remembered even though she had a momentary spotlight after her death on the news and the papers. There were two people at her funeral, Ann, and Clement. Clement wore the yellow jacket Adalene planned on giving him the night of his birthday unaware that in the left corner of his right pocket a small amount of spilled Perfect Chamomile Tea.