Brewed to Perfection

Part 17

I decided to head straight to the staff changing room since I was going to need to find something else to wear since all my clothes were sticky with drying oat milk.

I remembered that a few years back Jerry forced everyone to wear neon yellow shirts that had the newest updated Brewtiful logo, plastered on the front as part of our uniform. We wore them probably for a week before everyone decided they were just too ugly and went back to the original outfit of black top, trousers and an apron.

The shirts sadly were not burned or thrown in the bin where they belonged which was both good and bad for my current predicament. I was going to have a clean-ish top to change into, but it was the ugliest thing I've ever laid eyes on.

There were only a few hours of my shift left and since my incident with Karen and my milk fight with Lucifer, I decided wearing an ugly bright yellow top that was offensive to anyone who laid their eyes on it, didn't actually bother me.

What did I care? This isn't Paris Fashion Week. I was in a coffee shop that had little footfall and the only people who were going to have to look at me were two people whose opinion I didn't care about.

It didn't take long to find the box containing the old shirts in the changing room, as I was just about to pull my oat milk stained top off to change into the musky smelling yellow one, I heard Jerry shouting.

I couldn't hear Jerry very clearly but it sounded like he had a pissy tone, and his volume was louder than usual. He was probably annoyed that he left the shop for twenty minutes and now the entire front is covered with oat milk splashes, including his newest shining employee 'Benny.'

I quickly changed into the yellow top, whilst giggling to myself thinking about Benjamin standing in a puddle of milk while Jerry was shouting about the mess he had made.

Then, I realised I was probably going to get thrown under the bus. Sure, I did make the first move but Satan over there, was the one who took it to another level. I was innocent.... Ish.

It was probably best to head to the front and try and calm Jerry down, or reassure him this was Benjamins fault and to fire him. That would be good.

As I walked out of the staff changing room and headed down to the front of the shop, I could make out Jerrys voice more clearly. I decided to hide by the stock room and listen in to what he was saying.

"It's everywhere Benny!" Jerry exclaimed, sounding almost in disbelief of the mess we had somehow managed to make.

"To be fair Jerry, It's mainly all on me" Benjamin retorted.

"Is there some spare clothes I can change into? My shirt is soaked" Benjamin sounded unbothered.

"I just don't understand how- how this even happened... I've never seen this happen in the entire thirty years I've worked in a coffee shop" Jerry sounded dumbfounded and I silently giggled to myself.

"Like I said, Maeve was showing me how to steam the oat milk, but the wand was obviously too close to the surface. It just exploded everywhere." Benjamin sighed, and surprisingly sounded believable.

To be fair, that was a pretty good excuse. I just don't understand why he wouldn't just tell Jerry I had thrown milk at him. Surely this was his chance to throw me in the deep end. Weird.

"Jeez, this will take forever to clean. Quickly change your clothes. We have some spare tops in the breakroom in a box somewhere" Jerry ordered, his voice strained.

It was probably best to stop hiding and head to the front.

As I turned, I noticed Jerry squatting. For a moment I thought he was cleaning some of the milk splashes, but the closer I got I realised he was just reaching into the bottom drawer where we keep our packs of biscuits.

Benjamin was also staring at Jerry, more precisely Benjamin was looking at the back of Jerry with a face full of disgust, probably because his entire ass crack was out. I was so used to it by now, I'd seen Jerry's ass crack probably as much as I had seen his face. So much so, I don't think I could tell the difference.

Benjamin turned away from Jerry, spotting me in my beautiful yellow shirt he started to laugh.

"Wooow" his tone was mocking.

"What? You don't think neon yellow is my colour?" I sneered.

Benjamin's eyes scrutinised all of me, before the edge of his lips raised slightly.

If this was in any other context I probably would have blushed. But it wasn't, so i didnt.

"Maeve" Jerry interrupted, still while shuffling through the biscuit drawer to find his favourite custard creams presumably.

"Oh, you found them. I knew it was a good idea to keep those shirts, I never understood why nobody liked them." Jerry pondered to himself, before slowly stretching up from the ground, a few packets of biscuits in his hand.

"Can you show Benny where the tops are please? I'll serve these customers." Jerry asked, whilst moving towards the till to serve what looked like three or four teenagers.

"Wait. These are the spare shirts?" Benjamin questioned with his eyes wide with alarm.

"Why? Were you expecting some spare Gucci shirts in the back?" I replied sarcastically. "We are going to be matching Benny. Get used to it." I flashed a disingenuous smile before walking back towards the staff room.

I didn't check to see if Benjamin was following, but his groan five seconds later let me know he was.