She bit into the green apple with perfect white teeth.

Is her hair really that shade of red? I suspend disbelief.

Smartly dressed she stands, all the world her stage.

Happily serving anyone coffee she earns her wage.

She sees all life going on, smilingly serving drinks all day.

She must have heard it all, chatted up in every possible way.

Managing to look like the coffees she sells really matter.

As the mall cleaning woman stops by for a friendly natter.

Caught off guard, just this once, stepping away from duty.

Eating her apple, leant against a pillar, flame haired beauty.

 

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