Sweet as caramel

Thoughts

{Authors note: each chapter changes perspective, so this one is from Anne's, rather than Marcy's. Also, thank you to the few people who read the first chapter, makes my day! Also gives me motivation to keep writing this}

After Anne took her last order, she let out a sigh, whipping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. One of her co workers took her place, running the counter for her while she made drinks instead. She made a few drinks, some of which she had never tried, and some that were her favorites. And after she made them, she'd serve them to the customer who bought the drink. But eventually, she got to one specific drink, it was the last order she took before her shift change, the Carmel latte, Marcy's order.

She quickly started working on the drink, getting the right size cup for it and writing Marcy's name on it as well. She then carefully added every ingredient in order, like she always did whenever she made any drink. Eventually, she finished the drink, and walked over to the severing side of the counter, calling out Marcy's name.

"Marcy! Your drinks ready!" She said, her eyes landing on the raven haired girl who had looked up from her phone as she heard her name called. She walked over to Anne, her green eye on Anne's as she took the drink from her hands.

"Thanks!" Marcy said, to which Anne gave a small nod and watch as the girl took her drink, walking out of the store with the drink in her hand.

Anne looked up at the clock, letting out a sigh as she realized her shift wouldn't be over for another hour. Though, she quickly got back to work, making sure to keep up with the rush of orders as the came in.

After a long hour, Anne's shift was finally over, and she let out a small groan, hanging her apron up and making her way out of the shop. She walked over to her car, climbing inside and starting the engine. Just then, her phone started ringing, and she pulled it out of her pocket, looking at the screen to see that her mom was calling. She picked up, holding the phone up to her ear.

"Hey, mom." She said. She could hear her dad in the background, talking about how he couldn't beat those boss battle in a video game.

"Hello, Anne!" Her mom responded cheerfully. "Are you off the clock?"

"Yes, I just left the caffe, I'm about to make my way home." Anne answered, she wasn't in the mode for pestering from her mom, she just wanted to get home and lay down.

"Oh good, good! And tell your father to get off those video games of his!" Her mom announced, to which the background noise of her father talking came to an abrupt stop.

Anne rolled her eyes, though, it was more of an amused eye roll instead of an annoyed one.

"He's still at it huh?" Anne asked, a hint of teasing in her voice just if her dad could hear.

"The man barely helps me with the restaurant anymore!" Anne's mom exclaimed, to which Anne let out a small chuckle.

"Well that's your own problem, I gotta get home right now!" Anne said, before taking her phone away from her ear and hitting the end call button before her mom could protest.

She shoved her phone into her pocket, grabbing the steering wheel before backing out of her parking spot and driving herself home. It was a quick ride, since her workplace wasn't too far from her house. But once she entered her house, thoughts that she had been pushing to the back of her mind about her work day, that she didn't really recognize until now, started surfacing.

"What if I made that girls drink wrong, what if she didn't like it? Or made I didn't make the cap tight enough and it accidentally spilled on her!?" She shook her head, pushing those thoughts out of her mind. I mean, why was she think about some random raven haired girl she served at work?

Whatever the reason, she didn't want to think about that right now. She made her way upstairs, plopping down on her bed. Her cat domino, also jumped onto the bed, cuddling up beside Anne as she began to pet domino.

Maybe it was something about how that girl looked, her olive skin and emerald green eyes, and especially, her black hair. Or maybe it was because, to Anne, Marcy already seemed sweet as Carmel.

{Authors note: boom! Another chapter finished! I'd love if you few that read the first chapter sticked with me on this ride, and maybe some others. I know this chapter is a bit shorter, but I'm writing this at 11:45pm and I'm currently running on a few hours of sleep, so, that's why this chapter is a bit shorter. Word count: 838 words.}