Coffee Please

Chapter 1:The Meeting

   BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

  You groan and roll over throwing the nearest thing you could find which happened to be a collection of poems by Dante at the annoying piece of technology. Sighing you slide out of bed half asleep and slip into the shower. You let the steam envelope you as you listen sing along to the music you can hear coming from the tenant next doors room. The walls in your apartment complex were terribly thin but thankfully your neighbors played good music and rarely brought home girls. Plus rent was decent and that was what you needed with the crap pay you made at the coffee shop down the street.

  Getting out of the shower you throw some bread halfhazardly in the toaster and search for your work clothes. Slipping into some jeans and that god awful green polo with the all too familiar logo on it you grab socks from the floor and give them a whiff to make sure they're clean. Your toast pops up and you shrug pulling on the socks. You pull your ratty red high tops on with a piece of toast dangling out of your mouth as you grab your keys and tie your hair back heading out the door. Unlocking your shitty chevy you finish off your toast pushing the fast food bags to the floor as you start the engine. With a hearty pat to the dash you back out and head off to work.

  The tinkling of the bells alerted you to the first customer of the day as you dash behind the counter to take their order.

"Welcome to 'Coffee Please' what would you like to order?" You say in the most enthusiastic voice you can muster on five hours of sleep.

"I'll take a large dark roast" he says quietly. 

    You punch in his order and take in his appearance. From his simple clothing tastes to the face mask dangling under his chin all the way to the shock of pastel pink hair poking out from its place of hiding under the black cap on his head. Finally you meet his eyes and realize that he seems to be regarding you with the same silent interest and you feel an involuntary shiver of excitement run through your body at the thought.

"Um a-any sugar or c-cream?" You ask timidly hiding your now surely red face under your visor as you stare at the register.

  "I won't be needing it the sweetest thing here isn't something I can order" he says with a wink and you pretend to cough to hide the snort his over the top cheesiness squeezed out of you.

"That'll be 5.86 sir" you reply barely containing your laughter.

He pays and you begin to brew the coffee as he watches you work. You can feel your flush begin to return as the playfulness leaves him and you feel his hungry gaze. You shudder as you cap the coffee in a hurry to get him to leave so you could focus on your work.

"Here's your coffee sir have a nice day" you say tight lipped hoping he'd take a hint as more customers came in through the door.

Unfortunately for you though it seemed as if he knew the people that came in the door as they greeted him with a smile.

   "What can I help you all with today?" You ask the crowd that just came in.

   They all look between themselves and look to the pink haired man you just served and he sighs and asks in a familiar tongue what they wanted. Proud that you could understand them you decide to ask again what you could get them this time in a way they could understand. As you did so you flush a bright red as seven sets of brown eyes settle on you in shock.

"You speak Korean?" The shortest amongst them asks and you nod with a shy smile.

"We also have a set of multilingual menus if you would like to have a look at what to order" you offer leaning to grab at the familiar stack of papers suddenly very glad you had gotten bored in your high school days and decided to branch out in your studies.