awkward and more awkward

chapter one

Flor Cheyenne Ysebrands

"was your mother a beaver because DAMN!"

Silence filled the air but that didn't stop him from talking.

"If you were a transformer, you would be Optimus Fine."

"do you like pancakes? well how about IHop on that ass."

"I'll give you a nickel to tickle my pickle"

I gave him a bored expression, crossing my arms and putting most of my weight on my left leg. We stood in silence, glaring at each other, more like I am glaring at him and he's staring at me innocently. finally the door clicked, indicating that it's now unlocked.

EARLIER THAT DAY.......!

Spilling coffee all over me was something I did not plan on happening today, but it happened.

I was serving coffee like every Tuesday and Wednesday for the past two years at Lucky Penny Café. The café was a cute little shop that was known for their sandwiches and hot chocolate.

I had a maroon coloured apron ,with the name of the café on it, wrapped around my neck and waist.

I sat on the stool that I placed behind the counter as I waited to serve another customer. I looked at the watch on my wrist, calculating the time which was 2:46. My shift ends around 3:30 but it started at 12:00 this afternoon.

I heard the door open, ringing the little bell above it, indicating that someone has entered. I looked up from my watch with a big smile on my face as I watched the lady walk up to the counter.

"Hello, My name is Flor! How may I help you today?"

"Yeah Hi.... Can I get your club sandwich with French bread and provolone cheese. Along with that can I have your caramel latté," the lady asked me as she drummed her long fingernails against the counter.

I quickly wrote down the lady's order before telling her the total amount. She handed me a twenty dollar bill, I cashed in the money and gave her her change back. She grunts before walking away, seating herself at a table for two.

I handed the order to one of my co-workers who was now off to make the lady's latté while I was off to make her sandwich.

I could make this sandwich with my eyes closed, I've made this sandwich way too much. When I finished making the sandwich, I went off to give the lady her sandwich. After dropping off her sandwich, I cleared up the mess a couple left on the table.

I placed the cups in the sink, spraying water into cup before throwing it into the washing machine. My co-worker placed the mug on the counter for me to serve it to the lady. I thanked him before grabbing the mug carefully, making sure it doesn't spill all over me.

I made my way over to the lady but I wasn't watching who was in my way, nor was the man I crossed paths with.

In a flash, I was on the ground, covered with scalding hot caffeine and a man on top of me. I let out a fairly loud gasp, feeling the latté soak through my clothes, burning my skin. I started squirm under the man, trying to escape from under.

The man finally rushed off me, nearly taking of a table and a lady. I clawed at my burning skin, tears streaming down my face.

"I'm so so so sorry, ma'am. Please let me help you," the man panicked, trying to help me up. I pushed away his hand as I jumped to my feet, nearly slipping at how fast I got up. The man placed a hand of my shoulder, trying to steady me. I looked down at my clothes, which now smelled like coffee and stained.