Coffee Slave

Lies revealed

Ruby Pratt  

 I'd finally made my way to Bebe's Coffee shop and I was annoyed. I didn't want to be here on my Saturday morning. I didn't want to see Spencer, the boy who was probably the spawn of Hades. I could think of a million reasons as to why I should not be here, but in the end I had to face the fact- that this was that stupid cockroach’s fault.  

I opened the door to my favorite coffee shop and was instantly hit with the smell of fresh coffee. I felt my mouth water as I smelled the wonderful aroma of coffee beans being freshly ground.   I looked around the shop seeing the dark brown walls marked with rectangular tan patterns. I looked at all the photographs that hung on the walls that contained some aspect of nature whether it was a tree or a flower, or even grass.

Then I started searching for Spencer, feeling a bit anxious and -trying not to admit- curious as to what my job was going to be.   I finally spotted Spencer, his back facing towards me and his arm propped up, supporting his face in the process. I smiled as I saw two cups of coffee on the table. I knew I was only 5 minutes late, but it looked as if he'd been waiting a bit longer than that.   Some part of me wanted to think that this was a date, but another part of me knew this was only business and that it would be stupid of me to like him since we weren't even part of the same world. He lived in a higher class and I lived in a lower one.

There was no way we could ever understand each other's worlds. I sighed and felt my annoyed emotions washing over me again.

For some reason, when I'm around Spencer I feel like I turn a bit bipolar.

I walked over to Spencer and plopped myself down on the seat next to him.  

"Hey," I said, I could hear the irritation in my voice. The annoyed feeling that had washed over me hadn't gone away quite yet. For a second when I looked at his face, he looked as if he was worried but then it lite up.

Could it be that he was worried that I wouldn't come?

Of course he would, I'm his slave and if I don't come, he is farther away from getting rid of me.

The irritation just kept getting stronger.  

 "Finally you came," he said with relief.

I raised an eyebrow, "Did you expect me not to come? I mean I do have a debt to pay you, I'm not a liar. I keep my promises."

My tone sounded a bit harsh, but at the moment I could have care less. I saw a flash of anger pass his eyes, and in a moment he had turn completely cold on me.  

"I wasn't sure if you'd be able to come or not. I hear poor people have busy schedules, so of course I couldn't be sure." My jaw dropped as I heard the comment come out of his mouth.

I cannot believe he said that.

I got up and shook my head in disbelief, and then I made my way to the door.   The comment itself didn't bother me, but the way he said it was as if he were trying to show the difference in our class and he basically flung the fact that I was poor in my face. Nobody had ever said that to me and this just pissed me off.   I heard his chair screech as he pushed himself out of the seat.  

"Wait, Petunia, I'm sorry!" I could hear the guilt in his voice. Of course two things happened when he apologized. One, my anger had diminished. Second, I found myself holding my stomach as I laughed loudly.

He...he actually called me Petunia. Oh geez, and now I seriously can't believe he bought it!

Spencer looked at me in confusion. Of course, I couldn't blame him. I probably looked like a psycho laughing for no reason. I tried to stop my laughter but the more I tried to stop thinking about it, the more I thought about it.