the library
Relaxing. That was what Dorcas would call working at a library. Although Dorcas wasn't a huge fan of reading books, she'd find a comfort in being around books. Just the scent of them would make her feel lively and safe.
Working at a library meant getting up early everyday to open it up, but that didn't bother Dorcas. She would just need a cup of coffee and a muffin or a cookie, and she's fully awake.
In the winter, she'd wake up at five in the morning, so she could be at the library by seven sharp. She'd wear the most simple yet elegant clothes she'd have; a plaid, brown skirt with a cream pullover. She would also take a white coat and a scarf, if the weather was too cold. On her greatest days, she'd also like adding a few accessories; a ring on her finger, a simple, small necklace, maybe also a bracelet.
In summers, she'd like to get up and go for a run before work. So she'd wake up at five in the morning, take a thirty minute run, return back home and shower then put on her simplest outfit. Black jeans and a white shirt. So simple yet it made her look as elegant as ever.
She'd open up by seven, and the old lady next door would pass by her. Every single day. Dorcas never asked why she would come every day, but she sort of guessed it. Since there was a small, french cafe across the street from the library, the old lady would borrow a book and read it at the cafe while having breakfast. And lunch. Sometimes, Dorcas would want to go and join her, but she'd always been too shy to ask.
During lunchtime, Dorcas would grab a croissant and a cup of tea from the cafe and eat them in five minutes, then return back to the library.
At exactly ten at night, she would close up the library, walk to the grocery shop to get some crackers and any other groceries she'd need, then walk back home. sometimes get a taxi if the weather is too bad.
Marlene loved books. Romance, mystery, classics, everything. She used to go to the local library every day back in london, but since she moved here to paris, she didn't know anything about it. She'd longed to know where the local library is, so she could visit.
Ever since she'd moved, all she's been doing was wake up, paint a little while listening to classical music, and go for walks. She also used to go to the supermarket across the street from her apartment complex, but that one closed, and the closest one she could find was a thirty minute walk away.
She couldn't speak french, either, which was pretty annoying since she could barely ask for directions, or anything for that matter.
As much as it was stressful living in Paris while she didn't know how to speak or anything, she liked it here. In fact, she didn't miss London one bit.
And, one day, while she was returning back home from the supermarket, she saw a library. Her eyes lit up and a huge grin appeared on her face as she already made plans with herself to come again here tomorrow.