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Coffee shop (Nate Maloley)

The arms on the clock seemed to take a century to move. The room was filled with the chatter of two people who talked about their children and how one failed science and the other won class president. They laughed obnoxiously and left a tip on their table before leaving.

"Thank you! Have a nice day!" I shouted as they left and they gave me a small smile.

"Nothing like Canadian hospitality, eh?" My co-worker mocked, bumping his shoulder into mine, causing me to let out a small giggle.

"I guess you can say that." I playfully shot back as he gathered the money from the table.

"I'm going to take a smoke break. You gonna be okay handling this herd of people all by your lonesome?" He says sarcastically, pointing around the room at the empty seats.

"I think I'll manage. Go ahead." I smiled and he made his way out back.

A few minutes later, a group of five guys walk into the coffee shop. They take their seats and I made my way over to them with a notepad and a pen.

"Good morning. I'll be your waitress today. Do you all need a menu?" I asked politely as the five boys stare up at me.

"A menu would be great, thank you." A dark haired boy with amazing shaped (and full, may I add) eyebrows with a jawline more structured than my entire life, speaks up.

I respectfully nodded my head and handed each of them a menu. I kept a short distance between me and the boys, in fear that I would pressure them to quickly order something. With my notepad and pen ready, I patiently waited.

"Do you do those crazy beautiful art things in the coffee mugs?" A bottle blond asked, trying his best to describe latte art in the best way he can.

"Yes, we do latte art," I giggled.

"Cool, could I have a latte please?" He asks, his smile so wide and radiant.

"Of course, anything else?"

"I'll have that too. That sounds really cool," the boy with the incredible jawline adds.

"I'll just have an iced tea." The quietest boy speaks up.

"Make that two please." Another blond boy with a baby face adds as he closes the menu.

"And I'll have an iced caramel coffee," says the guy with half a tattoo sleeve.

I repeat the order and they nodded their head. "Anything else? Something to eat or will that be all?" I asked once more for reassurance.

"What sandwich would you recommend?" The guy with the tattoos asked.

I told them what the most popular sandwich was and they all agreed on the order.

"By the way, where are you from?" Baby face asked.

"What makes you think I'm not from here?" I playfully questioned.

"Well, I noticed that slight accent of yours." He acknowledged, then turned to the bottle blond and the guy with nice eyebrows. "Kind of reminds me of Shawn's accent. Don't you think?"

"You don't happen to be Canadian, do you?" Baby face examined.

"Indeed I am," I said proudly. "But, I'll be back with your drinks." I said with a smile before walking away and hearing hushed whispers from the group of boys. I gave the order to my co-worker and he prepared the drinks and food. As he did that, I tried my hardest to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Skate, could you make it more obvious?" A voice said with a hushed chuckle.

"Yeah bro you looked at her like she was your first crush or something."