Tail Spin

Second Day

The next day, "Have a good day." Christian spoke as he handed a woman in her forties that has platinum blonde hair, big duck lips, fake eye lashes and nails, and dressed in a dress tight enough to cut her circulation off.

"You have a good day too." She winked at him as she sips her drink seductively. Christian gave her a dead-pan expression before hearing his name and rushing back to the register making her pout in annoyance.

"Sorry for the wait." he apologized to a striking young man that seems to be in his mid-twenties. Has brown hair combed to perfection. Is not as fare-skinned as Jason, but close. Is dressed in all black like his eldest brother John. And has hazel-brown eyes that sucks you in like quick sand. Female co-workers and patrons alike are watching as he and Christian compliment each other well. "What can I get for you today?" Christian asked politely.

"Black coffee to go. No sweeteners. No milk. No cream." He answered.

"Just black coffee?" Christian couldn't help saying. "Wouldn't that be too bitter?" the brunette narrowed his eyes dangerously at him making him bristle. "Sorry! I'll get that for you!" he rushed to pour the hot beverage, but the machine was out, and he screamed horrendously as he frantically grinds and brews a new batch and is flushing as the coffee pot takes its sweet time.

"Watch it." another barista hissed out as he bumped into him, and as he's stepping aside to let him pass, he accidentally knocked over the cinnamon container all over the counter.

"Shoot!" he ran to get a wash cloth to clean up the mess as a girl barista runs to the back to get more, and as Christian picked up the half-empty jar, he winced when he nicked himself with a piece that chipped away upon landing on the counter.

"Your coffee." Another worker informed him, and he practically threw himself to get to it, and accidentally grabbed the pot next to the black coffee, poured it in, put the lid on, and handed it to the tall man dressed like he works at a funeral home.

"That'll be $3.50 please."

He handed him a five and said, "Keep the change. Looks like you need it." Christian gritted his teeth in an attempt to not murder him as he left.

When he was walking down the street, he took a sip and stared at it. "Coconut." He looked back to where the coffee shop is and mumbled, "Incompetent fool." And walked to the nearest trash to throw the cup of coffee when he noticed red smearing on it; glided his index finger over it, sniffed it, and put it in his mouth to taste and couldn't help staring in disbelief. "Impossible." He ran his tongue over the red smear on the plastic and feels a tingly sensation as he proceeded to lick the red stuff off and accidentally bit into the cup and spilled the hot beverage all over himself. "Dang it!" he cursed out.