Fika: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OFC-One Shot(JP Universe)

Part One

ASTRID

"Son of a bitch," I grumbled while struggling to carry the large and heavy box from the stockroom up to the front area of the cafe.

Another curse fell from my lips as I nearly tripped over the discarded and broken coffee machine that I seemed to have forgotten was lying on the floor. Then when I walked past the break room where two of my employees were enjoying their break, one of them waved me over.

"Yes?" I grunted while pausing for a moment, still carrying the large box.

"The turbo oven is doing that thing again where it either burns the food or doesn't cook it at all," Jessica said with a frown. "Any idea when the new one is supposed to come in?"

I nodded towards the box. "Two steps ahead of you."

As I went to push myself through the door that encased the back of the cafe from the front, my other employee, Sean, yelled after me.

"The front door is getting stuck again! Can you WD20 it again?!"

"IT'S WD40!" I yelled back.

Pushing my way through the door, I felt the box beginning to slip between my sweaty fingers and I quickly walked over to the front counter, letting it fall onto it with a loud thud.

Curious eyes from the few customers landed on me and I smiled sheepishly while shrugging. "Sorry."

"Uh, Astrid?"

Whirling around, I brushed away strands of my white hair to see another one of my employees standing in front of me with an apologetic face.

"Oh no," I shook my head. "What's broken now?"

"The sink in the restroom is slow to drain and we're running low on cold foam," Tori said with her hands behind her back.

"Low? How?! We've only been open a week and that stock was supposed to last us at least three!" I exclaimed with a high squeaky voice; one that only showed when I was stressed.

"Sean doesn't understand the measurements," Tori sighed. "I've gone over the sheet with him like four times but he still doesn't get it."

Running my hands over my face, I let out a deep and calming breath, which seemed to help until the front door rattled before being thrown open, almost smacking against the black brick.

"Jeez, you should really get this door checked out."

Whirling around on my heels with a low scowl, I was ready to lay into this person because frankly, it was one thing after the other and I've fucking had it. But when I took in the appearance of these two guys, I quickly shook my head, heart dropping into my stomach.

"You guys aren't supposed to be here until after closing!"

There's that high-pitched voice again.

"Yeah well," the guy carrying a bucket and paintbrush shrugged. "We finished our other job early so we thought we could get started here."

I hired this local paint company to paint the tallest wall inside the cafe only because I didn't have a tall enough ladder to reach the highest point. I painted everything else but didn't want to bother with this one; it was right in the middle of the cafe lobby.

"No, that's not going to work," I walked around the counter so I could stand face-to-face with this guy. "I have customers and I can't have you paint while they're in here."

"Listen, lady, all due respect-."

I craned my neck to the side and let out a low hiss. "I fucking hate when people say that."