One Mocha Cappuccino Please

Chapter 4

•Laurens POV•

I woke up that morning on the couch to the alarm on my phone with Spongebob playing on the TV. "6:50." I whispered to myself turning off the alarm. I rubbed my eyes and checked my twitter before rolling off the couch landing on the floor. I managed to drag my tired self into my room to get my Starbucks uniform. I had just enough time to do my hair and makeup before I ran out the door and headed down to the parking lot. I stepped into my blue Prius a drove off to work arriving just on time. I checked in and started the boring daily routine.

"What can I get you this morning?" I ask my first customer who's eager to get their morning latte.

About two hours in, I remember something when a customer orders a familiar drink.

"Eh hem." I hear them say as I come back from my fantasy land.

"Im sorry, what was your name again? I ask trying to snap out of it.

"James." he said as he uncrossed his arms.

"And you wanted a," I started.

"Mocha cappuccino. Grande." he finished for me.

I signed 'James' on the cup and sent it off. Mocha Cappuccino. That brought back memories. Good memories. Harry memories. Great. I'd be thinking of him all day now. Thanks James. Maybe i'd be ok. I needed something to make me smile. He defiantly did. I almost didn't listen to the next order but I listened enough to hear iced tea. The good thing about day dreaming at work is if you don't hear an order you have to repeat it anyway.

"Iced passion tea." she repeated.

"Ok and you wanted a tall...?" i said hovering over the tall cups.

She nodded.

"Cassie." she said before I could ask.

"Thanks." I said writing it on the cup and taking her money. I continued writing names on cups and giving back change for what seemed like forever until my break. I sat down and pulled out my macbook pro and took advantage of the free wifi. I put my ear phones in and started watching my favorite youtuber, MarcusButler and others while sipping on a vanilla latte.

When my break was over I got back behind the register and started serving customers. My break was probably the highlight of my work schedule other than working the register. I'd always been fascinated by this magic money box and wanted to work one and here I am. Pathetic achievement really but sometimes there were cute guys that came through. Like Harry.

Another hour passed at work and I was getting tired. I was sorting through the cash register when I heard a familiar voice in front of my counter.