The Love Of Secrets - A Mafia Romance Story (on hold)

The Coffee Club

Lillian's POV

I work at The Coffee Club, it's owned by Clive and Anne, an old married couple. They are well known around the small town of Crystal Ridge for their kind and friendly manner. They know nearly everyone in the town and greet people as they pass in the neighbourhood.

I walk through the doors, taking in the café's interior. It is a modern style café, with most of it white. The couches by the tables and the chairs are black, everything else from all the walls to the serving counter is white though. To add a bit of colour the machines are a light aqua blue.

Anne walks out of the kitchen dusting her hands on her black apron tied around her waist. She walks over to me, "hello dear" she says in a motherly voice. Anne hands me a black apron that looks like hers, except my name is written on the right shoulder in light aqua blue thread, instead of her name. She and Clive didn't like to put themselves above others, especially their employees, Therefore they didn't have different uniforms as us.

"Hey" I reply as I fold the apron in half and wrap it around my waist.

She walks away to help someone else, so I walk behind the counter ready to serve some customers.

The first customer is a young man probably in his 20s, he looks rich by the type of suit he is wearing and the way he is looking at everyone with disgust, as if we are below him. "What would you like to order?" I say nicely. I don't like rich people, but I have to be nice for the sake of my job. " I would like a coffee with no sugar and a chocolate chip muffin, oh, and you can call me sir" he says, it sounded charming, but I can tell by the way he was looking at me that it wasn't supposed to be. "To go or to eat here, sir?" I say with a tight-lipped smile. "To take away" I get his coffee ready and put his muffin in a paper bag, then I type it up on the computer. "That will be $6.40 for that today" he roughly taps his credit card on the screen of the scanner and then walks off without saying anything. "Oh well" I sigh to myself.

The next customer moved up in the line, "what can I get you today?" I say as I look down at the computer, clearing it. I look up when they don't answer to see the friendly face of Bill. Bill is in his 80s and is one of the regulars. "I think you already know my order, dear" Bill says as soon as I look up. He always orders the iced coffee with a piece of carrot cake and a ham and cheese croissant. "Coming right up" I say before typing it into the computer. I glance up at Bill to see him already holding out the exact money. Of course, I think to myself, he has been here and has ordered that order enough times to know how much it costs. I grab the money and put it in the register as Bill goes and finds a seat. There is no one else in the line, so I start to make his order, instead of getting someone else to do it. Once the order is finished, I carry it over to Bill's table and give it to him, "Thank you" he says gratefully. I smile and walk away back to work.

It has been 3 hours and my shift has finally ended. I pack my stuff up and walk back to the bus stop.

I ride the elevator up to the 5 floor and walk into my modern style apartment. It is a pretty good apartment considering the price I got it for. I have to save my money for food and other essentials, but I don't have it as hard as most people. It has a cooking bench standing next to the wall with white cupboards underneath and on top, with a gap in between the cooking table and the top cupboards. There is an oven in the wall directly across from the lower cupboards. On the end of the cupboards there is a small two seat black and white bar.

The lounge room is the same modern design as the kitchen. It has white walls and a TV on the end wall. There are two black leather couches facing the TV with a white circle coffee table separating them both.

Under the coffee table there is a black woven rug with a white mandala pattern on it.

I walk through the lounge room and into another door to my right, which is my bedroom. My bedroom is painted a light green with a black bed. It has plants scattered around the room on top of the black furniture. There is a green rug with leaves patterned on it next to my bed and a big window in the corner of my room. I had set up a small reading nook by the window with a small bookcase and a black bean bag.

I quickly changed out of my PJs and slumped on to the bed. I climbed underneath my black quilt, instantly falling asleep.

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