Mated With The Beta

Chapter 6. J

After getting yelled at in lowercase for skipping accidentally, I go upstairs to get ready.  Working at a Cat Cafe, I like to wear cute clothes, jewelry, and makeup because I think it's all just fitting with the work environment.

Putting on a little bit of eyeliner and mascara, a bit of pink blush on my cheeks and eyelids, and to top it off, I draw a small white heart on my cheek in white eye liner.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I back up to the wall and look at my face.

The heart looks cheesy.

Taking it off, and blending blush back on, I look at myself again, and like it. Looking at my hair, I just move it with my hands and it looks fine.

Walking downstairs, I say bye to Mama, and go outside to begin my walk.

I like my neighborhood. It's small and cute. I don't think I could live properly  in a big city, I'm happy here. Looking around, I notice a black car that's parked, and a doggy outside in someone's backyard, and the neighborhood stray kitty licking her paw under the shade of a tree. I feed her sometimes. She's fixed.

Walking outside the work establishment, I look around and see another black car, and a kid fussing to their parent about wanting candy or something. Looking at the time, I see it's 10 minutes until my shift starts.

Whew

Changing into a tan shirt, and denim  pink apron, with back pants under it all, I clock in, a minute early.

Going to the front, I put out cat food and water, and take a look at the cats to make sure their healthy, and unharmed. They like to play fight, and sometimes hurt each other accidentally.

After doing the chores that we are meant to do after clocking in, I sit on the stool at the front counter and wait for someone to walk in.

After 2 minutes, a regular old lady I know walks in. I greet her and take her to a table. Taking her order, I go to the kitchen and see Gabriel working in the back on his phone, looking at boobs or something. I snap my fingers to catch his attention, and place the order down. He scowled at me, probably ruining his "moment".

Walking back, I see a tall, attractive man walking in. I think he's lost. Or he's boyfriend material. I will not love a man who does not love cats. That is a rule I stand by. Men who don't like cats are natural red flags.

Seeing him walk up, I greet him with my sweet voice, and take a good look at his face.

No, he's definitely lost. His face is stonic, his hair is put together, and he is wearing a grey tight shirt that would show his moobs if he wasn't wearing a black jacket over it.

" Hey, I need some of the catnip cat treats? My cat Mochi likes them "

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL 100%

" Oh - uhm yeah.. sorry " I say nervously. He raises a brow.

" I'm sorry. " I turn around grabbing the treats. " I kinda thought you were lost.. no offense. "

I hear him let out a smooth chuckle.

" No no. It's alright, I can understand how you would think that. " He pulls out his phone, showing me a picture of a dark brown cat.

" This is the brat who is the pickiest cat I've ever met. His name is Mochi. " he says, smoothly, like he isn't talking about a living fluff ball.

" Awwwe Mochi is adorable! I love cats so much! " I say and smile at the attractive man.

" Is that why you work here? To see cats? " he inquiries, understandably so.

" Sorta, lots of pay, small amounts of work, and lots of free time to do homework. " I say, glad I have blush on my face so he can't depict what's real blood or pink powder.

" I'm glad you found a workplace that works with you. I'm Everett by the way. " Everett says.

" Oh. I'm Jameson, but that's boring, call me Jamie. " I reply, grabbing the treats, ringing them up, then bagging them up.

" I hope that I see you soon then, Jameson. " He winks, grabbing the bag  and walking out, walking to the side, to a car and driving away. I almost swoon, my heart beating fast, my ears becoming red. If I'm not careful, I might get a nose bleed.

Mochi is lucky to have a dad like him.

" JAMES!  " Gabriel yells from the kitchen, snapping me back to reality. Petty dick.

I sigh, grabbing the tray and going to the sweet old lady petting cats.

" Hey baby. " She says, in her sweet southern accent.

Looking at the door she looks at me and smiled.

" I believe in you, just so you know. " she winks at me.

" Thanks, Aunt Jemima. " Thats not her real name, it's an inside joke from when I accidentally saying she looks like the syrup mascot while helping her shop. I would probably backhand a kid if he called me Mr Clean while in a cleaning isle.