Today is Monday, I have to be at the café at 6am to help prepare everything before we open up at 7am. “Good morning” I say in a low voice as always, they get my personality. “Good morning babes, how are you?”
Annah shouts from the counter and comes crushing me in a bone breaking hug, she always does this I don’t know what’s wrong with her but I don’t mind, well not anymore.
I’m not a physical person the less contact the better but Annah, Donn and even Mr Lou have made it their mission to just shower me with “love” they said.
“Do you have to be so loud? My weekend was quiet as always just assignments” she continues to tell me about what she did with her boyfriend and how her mother almost burned the whole house while trying to cook, her mom should be forbidden from entering the kitchen or touching the stove because WOW disaster always follows her everywhere it’s hilariously scary.
“Donn??” “oh Donn will be a bit late he went to fetch ingredients from the store” I look at her confused because we have people that deliver at the café, she sees my confused face “the delivery people are stuck because of an accident so they won’t be here on time”
I nod my head in understanding and tell her I’ll go prep some of the things for him and she should quickly finish up at the front.
Well this morning was very hectic with everything being rushed and people being extra cranky, seriously I hate Mondays. We managed to bake everything for rush hour, 7am to 8am and now we are preparing some pastries for the less cranky people.
Today I’m working the cash register. “Good morning a large black coffee with no sugar and crème please” at this point I kind of recognise customers voices because I never really look at them in the eyes, that will be my shyness creeping through.
I smile and greet back without making eye contact and make his coffee. But like who drinks coffee without anything added? Who are you a psychopath!? Anyway not my business I just work here to serve. I give the customer their order and they leave, he smells REALLY nice might I add.
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