La Vie En Rose

L E C A F É F R O I D

Jordan grunts, shoving his light blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Veronica, hold up!" he moans.

How did they end up so busy?

"Tell that to the customers," Veronica retorts, ringing up orders as fast as they were being called. The regular Saturday crowd was at La Vie En Rose, and the said crowd was getting rowdier and bigger by the minute. 

Next to him, Peter hisses an expletive as his hand touches a hot kettle full of water.

"You doing okay, Pete?" Jordan asks him.

"Just peachy," Peter hisses as he hands over an order.

The bell at the door of the café suddenly jingles and Jordan's head whips around. Disappointment floods through him as he realizes it's not the black-haired girl he was hoping to see.

Veronica smirks,"Not the person you were looking for, eh?"

"Shut up," Jordan mutters.

"Joséphine says you can go now, she's doing up the books. I'll start my shift," Peter's brother, Taylor says, exiting the staff room.

Jordan gets a cup of coffee and a croissant before he leaves his station. He sits at table three.

He eats his ever-warm croissant, but his coffee grows cold as he expectantly looks out the window.

She never comes.