𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

(Edited)

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡 ☁︎

I glance at the clock. The whole day it seemed to be crawling on as slow as possible, taunting me and testing my patience. Last time I check it was 5:29.

Now it's 5:30.

Just 30 more minutes 'till my shift finally ends. Then I can get back home and eat the ice cream I've been craving.

Then, my favourite customer walks in. I groan internally.

I really thought she wasn't going to come in today. I was terribly mistaken.

"The usual," she says, not looking up from her phone. I try not to roll my eyes as I walk over to the coffee machine, making her 'special'. It's really not that special, it's just coffee with extra sugar and whipped cream.

"Hurry it up back there, will you?" she says, loud enough for the whole café to hear her.

Bitch.

I hadn't been having a good day anyway, she's just making it worse.

I made sure to put salt in there, rather than sugar. That should do the trick. Finishing it off with whipped cream, I turned around and placed the drink on the counter.

"That'll be-"

She interrupts me saying, "I know, I know." Rolling her eyes as she places some bucks on the counter.

"Ma'am, you're 50 cents short-"

"Will you just wait? Damnit, I'm getting there!" She snaps, digging for 50 cents in her wallet.

My lips curve into a smirk as I relay her own words back to her. "Hurry it up back there, will you?"

She scoffs, looking up at me in disbelief, slapping 50 cents onto the counter. Picking up her cup, she takes a sip, getting ready to leave the counter.

Only, she spits it out turning back around, getting ready to blow my head off.

"What on Earth did you put in this?!" she yells, wiping her mouth.

"The usual." I reply calmly. Her eyes flare as she slams the cup down on the counter, with a loud thud.

"Make me another one, now." She demands.

Who does she think she is? I am not a dog that she can bark orders at.

Giving her my most polite smile, I reply. "Say that again, nicely, this time. Because I don't listen to disrespectful people."

If looks could kill, I'd be six foot under by how she was shooting daggers at me with her narrowed eyes.

Some bystanders in the shop pull out their phones, getting the whole ordeal on video.

Well that's just perfect, millions of strangers online watching me get yelled at by a customer.

She grits her teeth, raising the cup like she's about to throw it at my face. But her eyes dart behind me, before she's the one smiling. "I'm going to get you fired for this."