Latte Lies

Chapter 3

I want this rush to end already. People just keep coming. I'm running back and forth with coffees, because none of the staff are answering the constant ring of the bell I'm hitting. I look back towards the counter the rest of the staff are hanging out behind and realize that it is in fact starting to calm down. 

"Someone help run some coffees instead of standing around?" I almost yell at them. The two German girls don't move, and Sam rolls her eyes, while coming back with a handful of dishes from a table she must've just cleared. 

"Oi, one of you, go run those coffees!" She yells. once I get back round to the coffee machine, I realize I only have two dockets left, so it doesn't even matter. 

Once I finish up the coffees, it's almost completely dead. I walk over to talk to Sam, taking a sip of my latte, when a table of 13 walks in. 

And wow.

He's beautiful. Gorgeous. just so...wow. He's tall, broad shoulders, tanned skin, dark brownie-black hair, and from this distance, it looks like his eyes are dark. He comes in with the group, following behind an older woman. I know her, she and her husband run the church that I occasionally attend. Obviously, I can't always attend, because of school and usually having work on Sundays, but when I can, I do. I know her, she's Penny Smith. 

"Hello, Penny! How are you today?" I ask, trying to keep my eyes off the boy behind her.

"Oh hello, lovely! I am great. I'm surrounded by so much love today, as you can probably tell." She giggles, gesturing to the group. I follow her hands to play along, and my eyes drift over him a little longer than everyone else. He's staring back at me. 

Shit.

I quickly turn my attention back to Penny, as I feel my cheeks heating up.

"Uh...S-so how many of us today?" even though I already know the answer, I just have to distract myself. 

"Uh, 13, I believe." My attention is still on Penny, but I notice her lips not moving. Who just answered? I turn towards the direction the voice came from, and land on his face again. He's smiling as he's checking his answer, counting heads of the group he's attending. He talked to me. Holy shit. And his voice was so soft and warm, yet so clear. I realize I have a job and walk over to grab Sam to help me move some tables for them. I look up and catch Sam looking at me with a grin on her face as she moves a chair. 

"What."

"He's cute" She smirks. I roll my eyes but feel a smile creep onto my face.

"Yeah, he kinda is..."

"What's he doing with penny though?"

I'm wondering the same thing. The 13 walk over, holding menus, and sit down.

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15 minutes later I'm standing awkwardly while taking their order. I get to him, and he looks up at me. I was right. His eyes are dark. Like the brown colour eyes that most dogs have. He has puppy eyes. and they're so beautiful. I next notice his lips. They look soft and... shit. They're moving. and I'm supposed to be listening. 

"Sorry, I didn't quite get that-" I say, acting as if the group is a bit loud. I move closer to him, as if to hear him better. 

"May i please have the Beef Burger with a side of hashbrowns, if that's possible?"

"Hunny, the breakfast menu is closed. They can't do the hashbrowns." Penny explains to him. He looks a little devistated. This is my moment.

"Oh, I'm sure we can make an exeption." I say with a smile. He looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes. 

"That's very kind of you. Could I also have a coke?"

"Ofcourse."

"Matilda, Darling..." Penny speaks, "Is Brew hiring, perchance?" She's talking about the shitty place I'm currently taking orders for.

"I'm sure they are, Penny. Why? Are you wanting a job?" The table erupts in laughter. I forgot about the other 11 people's existence. I smile.

"Oh, not for me Deary, for Oliver. He's an amazing barista and is quite experienced." she gestures to him. Oliver. He blushes and turns to Penny

"Nanna..." He groans. Nanna. Oliver is her grandson. And Oliver? Oh, the feelings.

"Um...I'd say talk to John. He's who'd hire you. He's that guy over there," I point to John, who's standing beind the bar on his phone. He's only just walked in, by the looks of it. Typical. "Would you like me to send him over, so you can talk to him?"

"Yes please, sweetheart. That would be very kind of you." 

I head towards John.