Steve Roger’s story
Steve Roget`s I entered a cafe in NEWYOORK, we went for his morning coffee like Steve always did. He entered the establishment, stood in line to order coffee when he couldn’t help but look on in AW, A medium size woman, with shoulder length oressed curly hair, plus curves, standing facing away from him. While ooohe watched as the red head spoke to the barista he couldn’t help but listen in. It sounded like the red head was struggling with getting hours for her job or something and the barista had declined her. The red head looked upset as she watched her turn around and walk o passed Steve with a sad lol on her face. He couldn’t help but wonder. He had asked the barista if she knew what was wrong with the redhead, she had told the young girl that she had no job for her and that she couldn’t help. The barista went on to tell Steve that othe girl was sweet and kind and hard working and was just looking for a job.. This is where our story begins… Steve ran out after the red head and tapped her arm.