You can find this week’s prompt here.
The sun shone but there was a chill in the air as Sooz headed for the tube stop, it was August but she needed her woolies. It was 5:30am and it was the start of another day. It was going to be another long shift for her. She had to get on with her job as a barista but the whole idea of serving the suits and the girls in their clickety clackety heels filled her with a bit of dread. She would never be one of those girls, brightly coloured hair, ink and piercings were more her thing.