Do You Trust Me? (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 15: Working Girl

  (Here's a challenge, watch the whole video without looking away or gagging! :D I don't ever become physically disgusted with anything, and this made me GAG. Have fun, everybody!                                                                              ~Light)

(The Next Morning, Snow's POV)
  "SNOW GET OVER HERE," I heard a yell from outside my door. "MARK WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!"
I groaned. "Bella, you have to go and hang out with Jack today until I get home, ok?" I reminded the little girl, who was perched on the kitchen counter, her small feet swinging perpetually back and forth.
She nodded. "But isn't he having someone over? Mark?"
"Bella, don't eavesdrop on our conversation!" I scolded.
"You weren't exactly being quiet."
I sighed. "Just let me get ready, then we'll go over together."
  I nearly skipped into my bedroom, slipping on a plain back t-shirt. It was a little tight in the chest area compared to the more baggy things I usually wore, but I figured a little more "eye candy" for the miscellaneous pervs that walked in surely wouldn't hurt my tip amount.
  I slipped on blue jeans and a black pair of converses, and tied my hair up in a ponytail, so that most of the hair was out of my face, save for a few wild strands of dark brown, a little green here and there.
  Bella followed me out the door as I shut it, turning the lock.
  "'Bout time, woman!" Jack teased before turning around. In his hand he held what looked like a tablet of some kind.
  On its screen was the face of another man, smiling at me. "If I'm not mistaken, I'd take it you're Snow?" he asked. His bright red hair contrasted against the black at the sides of his head. His voice was deep and masculine.
Wow, it really is Mark...
  I nodded, smiling back. "Yeah, that's me! Heh, I guess you're Mark, then. Markiplier." I stated.
  From behind me, Bella waved shyly at the man on the screen. Mark smirked and waved back.
  Mark laughed a little. "Yep, you a fan?"
  I nodded again.
  Jack laughed. "Are you doing that thing where you try to be calm on the outside, but there's like fireworks and shit on the inside?"
  I burst out laughing after trying to keep my composure.
  "That's what I thought."
  Mark broke into laughter as well, and I guess Jack joined in, because five minutes later were finally all calming down a bit.
  "Oh, Jack, I've gotta go t' work! Can Bella just kinda hang out 'till I get back?" I asked.
  Jack nodded, remembering. "Yeah, she and Mark can hang out a little as well when he gets here in...2 hours!" he remarked (no pun intended), checking his watch.
(Author's Note: I know this is a flaw in logic, but it's a fanfic. Why should you just ignore the fact that Mark can't make it from L.A to Ireland in two hours? Because fuck you, that's why.)
  "Oh, sorry I won't get to meet you as soon as you get here, Mark." I said.
  Mark waved me off. "It's fine! Don't go and be late for work, ya butt!"
  I chuckled. "Ok, bye!" I waved to Mark.
  I pecked Jack on the cheek before walking down the pavement to the café a few blocks away.
(Jack's POV)
  "Damn, buddy." Mark said.
  I sighed. "Yeah, I know. She's awesome. Too good for me, anyway."
  "Nonsense! I bet she thinks the same way about you, so you're even."
  I turned to Bella. She was watching Snow walk down to work.
Was her shirt tighter than usual? Wait ew no, that's a perverted thought to have. Stop that, brain.
  "Bella, you wanna come in? You'll get a cold out here if you're out and it starts raining."
  Bella nodded. "Sure."
  I opened the door and presented the main room to her. "M'lady, mi casa, su casa."
  Bella looked at me strangely.
  "It means 'my home, is your home'." I explained, chuckling.
  "Oh.." Bella realized, laughing a little. "Thanks." she smiled slightly.
  "But, I do have one rule."
  Bella stopped from wandering in, peering up at me with large tiger eyes. Orange and yellow and light brown swirled together in a colour that I could only describe as being autumn-esque.
  "Don't touch or pull at any wires you see. Don't touch anything that looks even remotely expensive, because—"
  Bella nodded. "Snow already told me. Don't touch anything that you use to make videos, right?"
  "Basically, yes. Anyway, now that that's out of the way, how about I introduce you to my friend?" I asked, glancing at the screen of the tablet. Mark was grinning at Bella.
  The little girl waved at Mark, this time not as shyly. "Hi. I'm Bella."
  Mark propped his head on the palms of his hands. "Hi, Bella, I'm Mark!"
  Bella giggled. "Hi Mark."
  "Ok, this is really touching, but do you wanna get set down at the sofa or something? My arms are getting tired." I butted in.
Mark scoffed. "Fine, jackaboy."
I laughed, setting the tablet down on the couch so that he was facing Bella.
  "So Bella, how old are you, sweetie?" Mark asked in a warm tone.
  Bella froze, the smile falling from her face instantaneously. Tears welled up in her eyes, and they widened.
  "Bella, what's wrong sweetie?" the man asked, concern now lacing his voice.
    "G-Get away from me!" she warned shakily, backing up. She turned to me. "Can you make him go away?" she pleaded, like her life depended on it.
  In a rush, things connected in my brain as I slowly realized what had happened.
  "Oh, oh, Bella he won't hurt you! He's a really good friend of mine, and I trust him a lot. I promise he won't try to hurt you or take you like that man did, I promise. He's just trying to make small talk with you, that's all. Mark wouldn't ever hurt a fly." I explained, getting down on my knees so that I was at eye level with her.
"B-But—"
"I promise Mark will not hurt you, Bella." I repeated.
She stayed silent for a moment, her breath slowing a little.
"I'm really sorry if I scared you, Bella.." Mark apologized.
Bella looked up at him, blushing. "It's ok, I'm sorry too. Can we...still be friends?"
Mark giggled, clapping his hands together childishly. "Aw, of course, Bella!" he agreed cheerily.
(Snow's POV)
As I looked back behind me, I watched Jack talk to the screen with Mark's face on it.
I'm dating..an Internet celebrity.
"Wow." I said to myself.
After walking for a few minutes, I saw a caramel brown building up ahead.
Gray clouds shrouded a blue sky overhead, darker clouds slowly inching their way closer ominously from all around.
Should've brought an umbrella.
"Grey's Café." I read aloud off the front sign above a set of glass doors.
A smaller sign on the door read "Closed". I checked my watch. Ten of eight.
I knocked on the glass door lightly, as it was locked. A slender girl turned around at my knock and walked hurriedly towards the door, unlocking the door so that I could get in the building, before relocking it.
"Hi!" she greeted cheerily, sticking out a hand. I shook it gratefully, grinning back.
"Hi, I'm the newest member, I guess," I said, chuckling. "I'm Snow."
The taller—as in, at least half a foot taller than me—girl released her hand, still smiling. "I'm Lana, the manager. It's nice to meet you."
  Her black hair was thrown up in a sloppy ponytail, similar to mine. She wore a beige apron that read the name of the café on the front over top of an Eminem t-shirt. Leather bracelets decorated her wrists, and small, square, grey studs stuck through her earlobes. I liked Lana already.
I smiled. "Nice to meet you too. So uh, where are the other employees?"
Lana smirked. "Well, seeing as this is a new place, this is a new batch of members. They're, uh...heh, they're quite the bunch, at least. I think you'll like them a lot, Snow. They seem to be nice people!"
  As if on cue, a small blonde girl popped out of a door behind the wooden counter, presumable the one that was used to serve customers. Her golden hair flowed down to her small hips in wavy locks, and her bright blue eyes fixated on me.  "I heard another voice, is someone else here?" she piped. She looked similar to a baby doll, except cuter and less terrifying. Her voice was pleasantly high-pitched.
  "Oh, hello!" I greeted. She nearly squealed in delight and ran up to me.
  "FINALLY! Someone cute who isn't a foot taller than me!"
  I winced slightly at her volume, but laughed at her reaction anyway.
  "Hi, I'm Snow! Who are you?"
  She hopped up and down ecstatically. "I'm Poppy!"
Poppy clearly wasn't from Ireland, as she had a strong New York accent, despite her cheery demeanor.
  I laughed again, smiling. Her positive energy was incredibly contagious. It reminded me a little of Jack.
Hope he's doing ok with Bella.
  Another head popped out from behind the door that Poppy had come out of. This was a male, however. He was very slender, and at least around 6 feet tall.
"Sup?" he greeted me calmly. His hands were both stuck in his pockets, and shaggy locks of brown hair hung down in his face, almost coming to his large green eyes, the colour of evergreen trees.
"Hey, I'm Snow." I waved.
He looked me up and down, before giving a quick nod and a grin. "Hey. Name's Al."
A final head peeked out of the door, another female. "Hi!" She greeted, her fiery red hair falling in her face as she struggled to blow them away. She seemed to be a middle ground in demeanor between Al and Poppy.
As the newly found friends seemingly attacked me with greetings, Lana stood by and laughed gently as she watched, her brown eyes lighting up in amusement.
The redhead walked toward me and stuck out her hand. "I'm Emily, it's nice to meet you." she said with a polite grin. She wore a button up red shirt under her apron-like uniform, and casually baggy jeans.
"Alright, alright, the four of you are all well and aquainted, so it's time for you actually do what I'm paying you to do. Keep the nice people full and happy, make the bad people go fuck themselves. That is, people who are causing a disruption to the decent customers." Lana announced. Al chuckled at the use of profanity, while Poppy squeaked, like she had been scared.
Lana took a few minutes to show us each machine, and how it worked, as well as the menu, which consisted of mostly drinks, as well as snacks, parfaits, and other things to that effect.
Poppy, as expected, listened attentively, nodding vigorously after being introduced to every machine.
A few miscellaneous people were waiting impatiently outside the glass doors. Lana glanced at her watch. 7:59, it read. A second later, the lights read 8 o'clock, sharp.
"Now then, it's time for opening." Lana said.
  "Emily, Poppy, you're the waitresses. Al will work the register and such, and Snow, you will be preparing the stuff. It shouldn't be too difficult, you don't need a lot of cooking expertise, as I said when you contacted me. Ok, everyone, get to work!" she called, opening the front doors and allowing in the steady stream of people.
  "Oh, Jesus." Emily muttered, running into what I assumed was the back, before running back out and throwing a beige uniform at me. "You're gonna need this!"
  I caught it and slipped it on over my neck and tied it back around my waist.
  Looking out at the small sea of people, I got butterflies in my stomach. I gulped.
Jack, you'd better get here soon. I might lose it if you don't.