In The Wake Of Love

Chapter 3 : ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ

𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝
𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎
𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚘𝚝

         𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍

  

ᴛʜᴇᴏ

Damn, today sucked. First, we had to deal with Hela, because, of course, the universe loves torturing us, and then I had to hustle to my part-time job. Seriously, students stressing about how to pay for stuff? Come on, government, adults are already drowning in bills; we don't need students learning how to flail too.

"Hey, you! Deaf much? I asked for a Coke, where is it?"

Oh, here we go. Another rich kid on a power trip. They think Daddy's credit card can buy anything. Maybe they should invest in some manners, or, I don't know, a brain they could actually use? The guy's voice was dripping with entitlement, like he thought snapping his fingers would make the world spin faster. I felt my eye twitch. What I wouldn't give to toss the Coke in his face instead.

"Sir, for the tenth time, we're out of Coke. If you want something else, just say so." God, I swear, I've tapped into every last bit of patience I've got. If this guy opens his trash mouth one more time, I'm going to lose it. I'll kick him so hard, he'll not only see stars, his brain might actually start working, and he'll get the hint to get out of my face.

I turn to head back to the counter, finally. Thank god it's a slow day, not many customers around. I glance at the clock, of course, it's stuck at fifteen minutes to five. I get off at five. Why does time always mess with you like this? It's like the clock knows you're waiting and decides to drag those last minutes out, just to screw with you

"Hey, fucke-" He's about to shoot his mouth off when the door chimes. I glance over and, just my luck, the last person I want to see walks in. Seriously, God? You mad at me? I swear, I'll come clean to Kai about the plastic wrap on the toilet seat. Just, please, get her out of here. I'm not in the mood to deal with her crap right now.

But of course, when it comes to her, luck isn't even in the equation. She probably drains it from everyone in a ten-mile radius.

"I want an espresso. I'll have it here." She doesn't even look up from her phone. Alright, dodged a bullet there. But seriously, who drinks espresso at five o'clock? She's like a walking death wish, killing any good vibes with every shot of caffeine.

"Okay." I mutter, trying to fake a different voice so she doesn't recognize me. Not that it's likely to work, but hey, worth a shot.

And then she goes and sits right next to the jerk who's been chewing my ear off since he got here. Perfect. Serves him right. Let them annoy each other instead.

I head over to make her espresso. It takes, what, two or three minutes? It should've taken at least fifteen so I could've vanished into the back room for a while. But of course, things have to be quick when I'm trying to kill time.

After making the espresso, I bring it over to her. The guy I wanted to knock out now looks so pathetic I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Sorry, man, but if I step in, she'll unleash her full-on fury on me, and I'd rather not spend the rest of my shift dodging lightning bolts.

"Your espresso, He-uh, I mean, ma'am."

Crap. Almost ruined my life right there.

"Oh, thanks."