Cam
Tuesday afternoon. My shift at Starbucks begins.
"Hey, Asra!", I say, whilst putting down my bag.
They turn their head towards me. "Cam - finally!"
"You look kinda exhausted", I determine.
"Giselle."
"Oh...what did she do this time?"
"Limited Spring Edition. I don't think I need to say anything more."
"Huge Oh."
Our boss is a perfectionist. A tremendous perfectionist - for being the boss of a tiny Starbucks. Asra likes calling her "the dictator" - well, she's not exactly power hungry, but rather restless. So I usually call her "Giselle", when she acts normal, the "the boss", when she gets on my nerves a bit...and "the bitch", when I feel the need to slap her.
"Let me guess...they haven't delievered the ingredients yet?"
"Not only that. Ice cream!"
We already had the ice-cream-disaster last summer. From now on we should also serve ice cream, they said. But nobody had the slightest idea how to make ice cream. The disaster: Ice cream was on the menu, but none had been prepared. And it was summer and super hot and, of course, everybody wanted ice cream. And since Giselle's a perfectionist, but that whole situation was anything but perfect, she vented her anger on us.
"Where is...the ice cream?"
"Already in the cooling rack, fortunately. But it's not creamy, like not at all."
"Shit. Maybe...it will?"
"I hope so. I really don't want to be fired."
"Another question..."
"Okay?"
"Outing."
"I thought...you were outed to your mom?"
"Yeah, some girl asked me. And...I'm really not an expert. I don't know what to do or say."
"Is she hot?", they ask.
"Asra!"
"I can still ask, can't I?"
"I don't know...how she looks."
"Ask her."
"What?"
"If she's hot."
"I'm definitely not going to ask her, if she's hot."
"Fine. Then ask her for pictures and judge for yourself."
"ASRA!"
"There's nothing wrong with asking for pictures, is there?"
"Okay...I'll ask her."
"I'm very proud of you."
I take out my phone. "If Giselle catches us, we're screwed."
camluvscoffee: Uhm...would you send me pictures of you?
"She's seen the messages", I say.
deliagm: Pictures???
camluvscoffee: Oh no, like not THAT kind of pictures. I'm just want to have a picture of the person I'm talking to in front of me.
deliagm: Idk if that's a good idea...
camluvscoffee: No, forget abt it. It was impolite to ask.
deliagm: No, it's not you. It's me. Really. Trust me. Anyways, I have black, curly hair, hazel, rather round eyes, freckles, an olive skin tone and heart-shaped lips. I'm average height and have a soft(er) body type. My dad's American and my mom was Egyptian. I hope that helps :)
I hand Asra my phone.
"Definitely hot!", they say.
"What should I do now?", I ask them.
"Now describe yourself."
"But I've quite a few photos of myself on my Instagram."
"Just do!"
camluvscoffee: OK. I think you're very pretty. I've black, thick, rather short hair, brown, almond-shaped eyes, tanned skin and full lips. I'm pretty tall and slim. My mom's Dominican and I don't know my dad.
deliagm: Sounds like someone I'd date :) I've got one question? What's your actual name...like what does "Cam" stand for?
camluvscoffee: Camila :)
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