Treatment

Its 6:45 PM, a young man sitting at a coffee shop, playing with his fingers, while every few seconds he takes a sip of his coffee. The clock tics past 6:45, a young woman walks into the coffee shop, the bells make noise as she walks past the door. She sits a few tables in front of him. He notices her hair tied into a messy pony tail. HE thinks to himself, she must of have had a long day. He notices a couple of food stains on her waitress shirt. She must of had a long day being a waitress at one of the diners around town. He notices her makeup smudged from all the sweat she gained at work. An exhausted face, she must of been tired.

She scoots in her chair, crossing her legs. He notices her getting up to get a couple packs of sugar. She tally marks the wall next to her, where it seems like someone has been doing that for a while judging by all the tally marks in that one wall. The last thing he notices is how she leaves a tip in the tip jar before she leaves.

The next day, and the same time the young man sat and the same spot. He heard the bell ringing again, and the same young woman came in and sat at the same spot. She did exactly what she had done the day before; scoots in her chair, crosses her legs, gets up to go get packs of sugar, tally marks the wall and leaving the tip.

The day after, the same thing.

After a few days after the young man had started noticing her he decides to try something. Before the young woman got there, he placed a wooden block in front of the leg of the chair she always sat in. He took away all the sugar packs so it would be empty. He painted over the tally marks she had made. And he took away the tip jar and placed it somewhere else.

A few minutes passed 6:45 the bell rings, and the lady comes in. She goes to her usual spot and sits down. She tries to scoot in, but is unable because of the wooden block. The woman is confused, but moves on anyways. She then goes to get sugar packs for her coffee, but is unable because there is nothing left. She sits back down, and drinks the coffee sugarless. As she took out her pen to tally mark the wall, she noticed it was all gone, all her tally marks were gone. As she got up to leave and tip the coffee shop, the tip jar wasn't there, but instead a note that read, "Don't make everyday just another day, be different." She looked around to see who would done something like this, she noticed the young man, he smiled, she smiled.