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"stop saying that! stop saying you love me or- or that you missed me more than anything. don't tell me i'm your favorite girl. just, fuck," she shook her head. "don't say shit you don't mean, mike. don't lie to me."
the money, the fame, the se...
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el felt like everything in her life was falling apart, and it was doing so all within the span of this miserable week.
first, will couldn't make it home for christmas. he was working for an event coordinating company while he studied abroad in london, and his first big project was a new year's eve party at some fancy hotel. so while he hated to miss his favorite holiday, he decided that flying back and being jet lagged right before the event would stress him out even more than he already was.
so her parents opted that they all fly to him, to which she and jonathan eagerly agreed. four round trip tickets were already purchased when el went to clear it with her boss (that usually worked christmas seeing that he was jewish) only for him to tell her that he would be in canada meeting his boyfriend's parents for the holidays and that he'd already put her name down to work the 25th.
it didn't help that he chose that specific moment to break the news to her that her rent would be increasing by $115 in the new year.
she definitely regretted that 'world's best boss/landlord' coffee mug she made him for his 34th birthday a few months back.
but hey, at least jonathan's new girlfriend, sylvia, was getting her free round trip to london to spend the holidays with her family.
she also opened her university blackboard account to see that she received a 0% on her final assignment for her british literature interpretation class. when she emailed her professor, she received a short, condensed reply saying that her 10-page essay was submitted in an incorrect file format, therefore earning her an automatic 0% that would not be disputed.
she'd officially failed her first class in her entire academic career.
it didn't help that she'd dealt with the worst customers she'd encountered during her entire three years as a barista over the past week.
it's like there was something in their coffee all the sudden that had literal demons possessing anyone who drank it.
monday morning, she had a woman swearing that she'd put cleaning chemicals in her latte. when el assured her it was only espresso and soy milk, the woman went ballistic. she threw the mug on the ground, called el a (and i do quote) soul-sucking whore sent from the fiery depths of hell to poison God's precious children, and then left.
it was then that el concluded that she was on a lot more than cleaning chemicals.
on wednesday, some middle-aged bald guy that ordered an iced americano screamed at her because it was too cold, claiming he wanted them to make it hot and then add the ice on top so that it didn't burn his lips. when she politely explained how that made no sense, he called her a twat and advised her that if she was going to work with the public, she should consider looking a bit less homely.
and today, on thursday, christmas eve's eve, el got her ass grabbed by some old man while she was clearing a table. when she collected herself enough to kick him out, he caused a scene, acting like he hadn't touched her at all. he made sure everyone in the cafe heard when he said she wasn't pretty enough for him or any other man to want to touch, claiming that she was just an attention-seeking, #MeToo movement propaganda-supporting bitch that only knew how to pour coffee and clean tables.
