Enchanted wings

Chapter 1

Summer is my family's favorite time of the year. They say it's because we get to spend more time together, but I say it's because I get to earn a little extra cash before school starts up again. Since I'm in a time crunch, I need to start saving a little more money because I only work over the summer. At least that's the idea for now. Unless my co-worker drives me insane, everything will be just fine.

"Gooood morning Alora", my boss says in a cheerful manner. Morning people.

"Good morning Mr.Samuels", I am, in fact, not a morning person. "So how are you?"

"Oh just dandy, the sun is shining. It's a beautiful", he says while admiring the sky. Also blocking my way to get through the doors.

I stare at him for a bit before interrupting, " Oh umm... I should really get inside. You know, gotta clock in"

"Oh, of course dear, I'm sorry. Let me just move over..."

"No worries", I throw a quick smile at him as I walk past.

Mr.Samuels is an older gentleman. He governs the Coffe shop I work at, Rick's Coffe, along with his wife. They've been taking care of the shop for forever. Before them, the shop was taken care of by Mr.Samuels' father, Rick. The name does come from somewhere. Although, I've only worked here for two summers, I've really felt like I've grown closer to Mr.Samuels. I look um up to him a bit. He's a sweetheart. He works hard and gets credit for the work he does. What exactly I don't like to credit him for? His son, Rick. They've got a thing for naming people Rick in their family. His son Rick is a total jerk. He's impolite to costumers, loads all of the shared work we have onto me, and acts like just because he's the owners son, he can slack off and boss me around. I haven't said anything to Mr.Samuels about the situation yet because I think he imagines an actual halo flying over his sons head. He always goes on and on about how Rick is such a good kid and never does anything wrong. News flash, he's not a kid. He's a full grown 19 year old adult. Long story short, I just try to take shifts that aren't aligned with his.

Unfortunately, Looks like he already clocked in. Damn it. I forgot he was in today. Otherwise, I would have mentally prepared.

"Good morning sunshine", God that voice makes my ears bleed.

"What's uuuuup", I try to say as nonchalantly as possible.

"The ceiling", he laughs.

My eye literally twitched.

"Anyways so we have a looot of work to do today. Lots of restocking, and other stuff I don't really care about. Here's the list my dad gave me", he says as he shoves a list in my hands.

"This is the longest list I've ever seen...", I stared. " so how are we going to spilt this?"

"We won't, I gotta bounce. Bye!", he says as he turns to leave.

"No, you can't just bounce?! I'll tell your father!", I say as I follow him through the back.

"You won't", the back door slams behind him.

"He can't- he literally- ughhhh!", My foot kicks the door as hard as possible. "Owwwwweee"

That demeanor. He so patronizing, but I have to get back to the list. If at least one of us is productive, it's gonna be me.

***

One of the things I like about this job are the costumers. Especially the regulars. They come for coffe every morning, get to know me, and therefore don't turn into monsters before they actually wake up.

Its also about how the aesthetic of a coffe shop is so warming. Our coffe shop has brown ashy beams on the ceiling with green vines wrapped around them. Of course they're fake. God knows none of us here have the time to take care of a real plant, and my busy life here consists of completing long lists on my own.