My lucky spill

Chapter 2 - Special customers

"Could I please get a coffee, with three spoonfuls of sugar? Tom just loves the left-overs and Lucy loves to lap it up after him, isn't that so sweet?" The crazy cat lady gushed, leaning over the counter.

"Charming" I forced a smile and turned back to work on the coffee. Yes, I know, it sounds rude of me but come on, when she's not talking about Lucy or Tom, it's Rose and Daisy, or Jelly and Zelly. And they're cats. Not people, but cats. And I can't stand cats. They're so...aggressive.

"Rose and Daisy are going to get their surgery today. Rose, bless her, has a kidney problem and her toilet problem at the moment is terrible. Daisy, I think has the same problem, though I'm not exactly sure...." She droned on, exactly like the air conditioner just above. Talking about a match made in Heaven.

"Here's your coffee" I handed her the coffee, got the money, gave the change, and waited for the next customer. Same old, same old.

"Holly Ruby Silvers! Give this English tea to number 23 now...and don't drag your feet" My charming boss yelled at me, his purple beard twitching dangerously. I hurriedly grabbed the coffee while muttering "It's Hailey Rose Summers" He just gave me a sharp look. And That's my cue to leave. I glanced up at the clock wistfully. Another 10 minutes and my never-ending shift will finally be ov-

"Oh my fudge, I'm so sorry!" I gasped as I bumped into someone. Stupid table just had to be in the damn way, damn, how clichè. The tea spilled all over their shirt and he jumped slightly in his seat in surprise. I groaned quietly to myself as I hurriedly grabbed a handful napkins and shoved it to him. 

"No, it's alright, no need to apologize" The person chuckled with an Irish accent.

"That's what I get for staring at the stupid clock" I moaned, cleaning up the spill on the table hurriedly, blowing a loose strand of hair from my face. 

"Why would you be staring at the clock? It's not exactly fancy..." A British voice asked, amused.

"Lou! That's rude"  A different British voice scolded lightly.

"No, it's alright. Half the people that come in here agree. I was looking at the clock so I could see how many more agonizing moment I have to spend in here, working" I sighed, chucking the dirty napkins into the bin nearby. "Are you sure you're alright?" I checked, turning towards the victim. I scrunched up my nose to stop myself from laughing when I saw them. 5 guys wearing big glasses, over-sized caps and jackets. 

"Yes, I'm alright love...what's so funny?" The Irish voice asked, sounding curious.

"You....you guys know it's Summer right?" I giggled, covering up my mouth with my hand.

"Oh. Right. Yeah, we know. But it's nearly Autumn" A different boy joked. I snorted slightly. Yeah, in like 2 months. 

"Sorry for being rude" I giggled, turning away.

"No, wait," A hand grabbed my arm, turning me around to face them again "What's your name?" I raised an eyebrow.

"For all I know, you guys could be murderers or kidnappers. And I don't know your names either." I said, narrowing my eyes slightly. The guys chuckled.

"We're definitely not murderers, or kidnappers...we're singers" The one in the middle informed me.

"Yeah, right" I scoffed. I turned my heard slightly towards the right. And cue the evil eye from a certain purple bearded person. I had two choices; Pretend to be totally engaged in this conversation or take another order.

"No, really, we are" The one with the red cap insisted.

"If you say so...now quick, pretend we're having a super serious conversation here. He's giving me the evil eye" I sighed, nudging my head slightly, to the direction of my scowling boss. This time it was the boys turn to stifle a laugh.