The Coffee Fanatic

Gray skies huddle around the city of Chicago on a typical Thursday morning. At the local Star Bucks, a young woman, late twenties and brown hair comes in. Her presence was noticeable as she made those who surrounded her laugh and smile along with her. Looking to buy her her third cup of coffee of the day, she waits in line. She goes by Tracey or Trace for short. The line moves slowly, like every other day of the week and eventually reaches the vending machines toward the back. Tracey approaches the cashier with a "Hi! I would like a French Vanilla Cappuccino please." The cashier responds with a "$3.99 ma'am, thank you." Tracey whips out her wallet and pays. Trying to make her way safely through the maze that is the parking lot to her Jeep Grand Cherokee, a Honda Civic comes flying by. The tires glide through the puddle. Water gushes all over Tracey's new Vera Bradley skirt. Hopping gracefully into her car, it's time to start another Thursday at the Mercedes-Benz dealership. Running her fingers through her curly silky brown hair, she mentally prepares for a long day. About a solid three and a half hours into work, the once peppy Tracey gets a little groggy, "Time for another coffee."