Imagine: Joe Jonas is mine;)

Part 1:

"Hello, what would you like today sir?" I said with the sweetest tone I could possibly speak with.

  This was my 2nd week at Jesse's café and I was trying my best not to mess up. After all I was new, and even though my manager is like 3 years older than me and an extremely nice guy, I still felt intimidated into doing my best. I mean, I had just moved to New York and this job really helped me gain some spending money. Plus, the employees here are really nice to me and helped me learn the ropes.

  Unfortunately, today was just not my day. The one day I was the only one on my shift customers decide to swarm in by the dozen.  It was almost 8 and I felt like I was running a marathon. With no help around me, I kept running from side to side of our small kitchen trying to get every order ready and spilling whip cream on the floor from the millions of frappés ordered. At one point, I tripped on a kid running past me while I was walking towards a customer's table. After cleaning up the mess and apologizing to the customer for the delay, I discovered my hair had coffee all over the tips and my apron had a huge wet spot right in the middle of my stomach. It was so hard trying to keep in a scream of frustration, but then I got a small glance at my watch and a smile began to creep around the corner of my mouth. Yes! 30 minutes until closing time and I was free to go. As soon as I got back behind the counter, I tried my best to finish up with these last few customers. Thank the Lord their orders were easy so I decided to get a head start on cleaning up the place. 30 minutes seemed to of flown by by then.  After the very last customer left , I released a sigh of relief and began to put up the cleaning supplies. It was then that I realized I hadn't eaten all day. I was so busy, I missed my lunch break. My stomach was beginning to sound like a roaring lion, so I quickly stuffed my apron into my purse, grabbed my keys, and stepped out into the pouring rain. Great, just what I needed....