good morning is an oxymoron // open!

[jeff sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:415px; height:655px; background-color:#fffaf0; border: #67cffd solid 10px; ] all of this could be ours [/style][style=width:400px; height:200px; background-image:url('http://i1168.photobucket.com/albums/r491/haleyv94607/jeffcanon.png');] [/style] [style=width:400px; height:25px; background-color:a4d3ee;color:#ffffff;font-family:constantia;font-style:italic;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;]tag open words 651 notes Morning!Jeff c: There was a cold, hard truth that Jeff Sterling had discovered in his two years at Dalton Academy: Lima had better coffee than Westerville. This would simply be a fact of life to many people, but to Jeff - coffee enthusiast extraordinaire and King of Roommate Abuse before he's had his morning 'fix' - this was pretty much equivalent to the end of the world. But, alas, it only made it all the more special when the weekend hit and Jeff was able to hitch a ride on a bus and end up at the Lima Bean by 11:00; he was the type of guy who would do anything, even ride public transportation, for his coffee. Jeff had become a bit of a regular in the quaint little shop on Saturdays and Sundays, so all the staff knew him, but perhaps the bad part of that was that they didn't know 'Jeff,' per say. The person they'd met was Morning Jeff - the guy who came in wearing sunglasses like he had a shitty hangover and with a hood drawn over his head, the guy who would snap at anybody who bumped into him, or spoke to him, or breathed. A logical person would have drank a cup before leaving and then had another when he got there, but Jeff was on strict orders from his doctor - no more caffeine than necessary. Yes, his coffee addiction had gotten that bad. There were even withdrawal symptoms. Knowing all too well the cruelty of the invention that was the public bus - let's just say he almost preferred the riders who didn't try to be friendly at this time of day - Jeff got off downtown and stalked on over to the Lima Bean, glaring at everyone he passed beneath his bright blue sunglasses (far too perky for the way he was feeling, but still his favorites). The bell above the door chimed as he walked into the little shop, hands stuffed in his sweatshirt pockets - full of cash and dryer lint. Unfortunately, there did seem to be a bit of a line...not only was this unlucky for him, but also for the others in line. A few people - common customers and employees - seemed to recognize him and back away in fear. There would be the typical surge of guilt after this was all over and done with after he'd downed his caramel latte in two gulps - mmm, caramel, food of the gods - but it was always worth it. The Lima Bean arguably made the best coffee in all of Ohio and Jeff was not going to compromise his taste buds' happiness for anything, especially not before he'd waken up. template by haley of don't stop believing