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the cafe was busy. 

in the six months y/n had worked here, she now understood the normal patterns and rush times that she needed to look out for. but this was different. the shop was completely packed. there was a line out of the store, and another one out the drive thru. 

she wiped her forehead and passed down an iced coffee, calling out the name and order as it slid down the counter. 

small puddles of coffee, milk and sticky patches of syrup decorated the counters, making the bottoms of every cup wet and messy. she had meant to clean this all up. but there was no time. 

"L/N, go grab cups!"

she glanced up at her coworker and frowned, gesturing to the 20+ cups in front of her. 

"im a little busy, ask register." she said. 

her coworker glanced at her before giving a sympathetic nod and racing to the back. 

what the hell was going on? why was she so damn busy?

another wave of orders came in, the stickers had fallen past the medium cups on the wrack. she needed to speed up. 

y/n pulled out the milk steamer, counted the amount of Lates she had to make and filled up the steamer. she passed it back and tapped the mic on her headset. 

"i need someone for passbacks." she said. 

there was a crackle and then a reply. 

"alright, give me a minute ill be up. we are shutting down food for this rush."

she sighed happily and began to fill cups with cream and syrup, the passback meant that she would fill the cups with sugar, cream, and syrups. then she would pass them behind her and someone else would finish them off with whatever coffee and toppings they wanted. 

her other coworker came up and began rapidly filling cups and topping them off. their voice rang out as they called order after order. and soon they both fell into a rhythm. 

the job was nice. sure y/n finished out each shift with at least six large cups of coffee spilled on her jeans and shirt. her shirt would be sticky with syrup and sugar. normally she smelled like the various syrups they had, but it wasn't terrible. 

she made good money, the people were decent and the hours weren't long. they seemed to move much faster when they had a lot of rushes. 

in 20 minutes the rush was over, the last coffee served. 

the counter tops were a complete mess. now it was time to clean. 

"is anyone working night shift with me?"

her headset lit up when Y/n pressed the button to speak. 

"i wasn't planning on it, but are you working alone?"

there was a moment of silence. 

"yeah i think so."

y/n sighed. the manager was terrible. she left only one person to close, and since it was mostly girls who worked here, it meant someone would normally have to pick up the night shift aswell. it wasn't safe to have just one girl here. not in this neighborhood. 

"alright, ill pick up tonight. someone needs to talk to Darryl about his scheduling skills cause they are shit." Y/n said. 

there was a quiet snicker from behind her, and Y/n glanced back with a smile. 

"is the mini fridge stocked."

"mhm, i did it this morning."

the bell to the shop jingled and another person walked in. 

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