Tarrant

Coffee Time

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
*BEEP BEEP BE-*
I swiped up on my phone, turning the alarm off.
"Shut up already..." I mumbled, pulling my fluffy blanket over my head. I sighed, because I was so comfortable in bed. But it was, once again, time for work. I work as a barista at my local coffee shop, BeanWorks, which is the stupidest name for a coffee shop probably ever. I slowly got out of bed, stumbled into the kitchen, and turned on my coffee pot, which had set up with water and coffee grounds last night. There he waited for me, Hoggle the goblin.
"MEOW." He looked up at me in anguish, as if he hadn't eaten since the day he was born, as if he were in a Sarah McLachlan commercial. He wasn't however, as I had just fed him last night.
"How pathetic." I said as I poured some crunchy kibble into his bowl. He immediately started munching away.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, poured my coffee into my plastic to-go cup, and took my short commute to work.

When I got there, Angel was already getting things ready to open up shop. "'Morning, Tarrant!" She said, with a smile on her face. "Good morning." I said, still slightly tired.
Angel is a slim, petite blonde with stunning blue eyes and a perky...personality. She greets everyone with a smile, and she always makes me smile too whenever she says hi to me. I don't know what it is about her, but I feel some kind of way when I see her. I'm not sure how to describe it. Flushed? Nauseous? Anxious, maybe? I've never felt this way about anyone. Ever. It's really, really strange.
Anywhoo, it was 8:00, so I clocked in. Time for 8 hours of the mind-numbing routine of my job. "Hi, welcome to BeanWorks, what can I get you this morning?" My customer service voice hurts me in my soul.