Bxtchhood Vs Fxckboys

Chapter 8:{The coffee}

CHAPTER EIGHT :
(MARGO P.O.V)

"Finally out of the house. Hiaz, it's been so long since I've been out." I ranted as I stepped into the streets with the girls behind me and of course my vice president of the sorority, Mackenzie is standing beside me. We were strolling the streets with our newly bought synchronized outfits. We bought a whole set of pastel Chanel outfits and of course I got to pick my favorite colour. Pink. Mackenzie picked pastel purple. Kendra went with the light  yellow. Behati preferred the baby blue. and finally Barbara went with the only colour left, plain old white. Too bad she is the newest addition to our sorority so she don't get to pick. As we were down the streets in our match tweet jackets in various bubble colour I thought of getting a latte. We walked across a cafe and stopped in my steps.

I walked into the mini cafe and the girls follow suit. I told them to go and pick a seat before I went to the casher with Mackenzie by my side.
I walked straight to the barrister, a brown haired guy about our age. He had light chestnut brown eyes that matched his light brown hair. He was dressed in the cafe's uniform. What a turn off.

"I'll have a trenta, no foam, five shot, half caf pumpkin spice latte with not foam at 215 degrees celsius." I ordered and then took out my black Visa and passed to the guy. He starred at me for a second and then replied," 215 degrees celsius is too warm. Its above the boiling point by a 115." He replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Excuse me, did I just walked into a whole new universe where coffee houses does not possess the simple technology to heat my favorite trenta, no foam, five shot, half caf pumpkin spice late with no foam to 215 degrees Celsius?"
I asked in a challenging tone still keeping the fake smile plastered on my face. "Excuse me Madame but we do not serve coffee that are 215 degrees."

"Who is in charge here?" I demanded out loud finally breaking my nice girl facade. There came a small girl that is about a head shorter than me. Yes, I'm very tall for a girl, taller than the average height of girls. And sometimes I wonder why I couldn't be petite, small and cute like the girls that we're girly. Unlike me. I'm like a huge giant when standing next to those petite girls, towering over them. I instantly hated the girl that was running towards us behind the counter. She looked cute, girly and petite.
"It's I'm in charge of this cafe at the moment. What can I help you?"

I smiled my brightest and sweetest smile as I tilted my head towards her. "Well, this barrister refused to take my order. And may I ask do your cafe serve coffee that is 215 degrees Celsius?"
She looked confused and gave me a blank look before turning back to the boy. The way she looked at him was something extremely extraodinary. The way she looked at him was as if he hung the moon and the stars. Was as if he was her everything. She liked him. More like love, but whatever. "Jules, how could you say that to a potential customer? Of course we do serve a 215 degrees coffee. It will be right up."
She informed me in a sweet professional tone.
The barrister which I now know the name by reading his name tag is Julian looked at the girl that name is Emma in a irritated manner and went to the machine to make the coffee.

"Here is your trenta, no foam, five shot, half caf pumpkin spice latte with no foam at 215 degrees Celsius for you madame." He passed the large and flashed me with a smile which I returned out of manners. I took a sip and throw it in the bin, " are you trying to burn my tongue? Learn how to make a coffee or else I will get you fired or even worst... another barrister!" I snapped my fingers in frustration.
He looked at me for a second and his lips was slightly twisted up wards. A small smile was creeping up his face. I sauntered back to my seat and sulked in frustration. I flicked my hair and started using my phone.

Can't a girl get her favorite latte? God.

I thought to myself and that was when suddenly a coffee appeared in front of me on the table.
I looked up and saw it was that barrister, Julian.
He gave me a warm smile and said,",I tried making it again. Trenta, no foam, five shot, half caf pumpkin spice latte with no foam at 100 degrees Celsius. I hope this wouldn't burn your tongue. As we all know it is quite fragile. "
I took the coffee placed on the table and took a sip. It tasted really good. "Isit up to your taste my lady?" I looked at him almost bursting out laughing, " well, my lady thinks there is definitely room for improvement. Plus it's just, meh."

His lips twisted into a full blown smile andnhe walked back to the counter. When my eyes traced after him, I saw the girl, Emma starring back at me.