The Creator

A Cup of Joe

So you woke the next morning sticky and

reeking of fresh sweat.  I marveled at how

scared made you, Lya you looked traumatized. 

You sat there for a moment shocked, a confused expression plastered on your face. 

Eventually you rose from your bed...no, your cot, your tattered cot on the floor.  You were standing now, reaching for the ceiling in a stretch.  Your lack of a shirt allowed the early morning sun to highlight your hour glass figure and golden brown skin.  You ruffled your curly black hair as you reached for a plain white shirt and some jeans.  The oversized shirt completely illuminated your breasts while the tight jeans accentuated your ass. Then you grabbed both an apron and a hat with the logo "Pasty Pastries" plastered on the front then headed to work.

You arrived at Pasty Pastries and began operating the cash register like normal.  You always try to have a good attitude but the customers promote otherwise.

"Lilyana" It was the first time I'd heard your name
You turned around to face the voice....

Spoiler Alert, it's Joe, your bitch of a colleague. Joe is a average sized white male with blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like a ken doll...before I mutilated him.

"Lilyana I love your hair it's so..." he reached out and brushed black curls from your eyes.  I cringed not really knowing why. A brief look of distaste flashed apon your face before disappearing as quickly as it came and all Joe noticed was the smile that replaced it.  You grinned,

"Thank you"

"Job's rough huh?  Mean customers?" Joe shrugged

"Yea-" He cut you off

"Yeahhhh" He put his hands on his hips "Ya just gotta learn to ignore them" He laughed, all teeth.  Lya, I didn't know much of anything at the time but I knew I hated Joe.

You laughed along with him...you laughed at all his stupid jokes even when we both knew they weren't funny.  You both talked while you worked, you took orders and Joe made the coffee.  Joe dominated most of the conversation with his futile compliments from your face down to the hairs on your ass.  Politics were brought up a few times but that went over my head.

Throughout the duration of the conversation there was one thing you said that was your own.

"Can I make the coffee?" You asked Joe.

"What?" He smiled "But your so much better with the customers than I am!" Joe smiled

You smile and shrugged

"Here, how about this...I'll let you work the coffee machine from now on IF" he put up a finger and grinned from ear to ear, "and only IF you go on a date with me!" 

You laugh nervously and began rubbing the back of your neck. 

"Heh...yeah!...Yeah why not"