Eva's POV
"Stop Messing around and get to work." I scold Harry in a playful tone. He's been wasting ingrediants, trying to make his own concoction.
"Ok Mrs. Brickford." he smirks and nudges my shoulder before adding the whip cream and chocolate drizzle to his Invention.
I roll my eyes and grin before attending the next customer.
Mrs. Brickford is the owner of this coffee shop and she gave me and Harry our jobs out of desperation. If not, we probably wouldn't be here right now. It's quite a funny story actually..
I nervously glance around the dimly lit cafe' the brown walls and matching patterned sofa's along with the coffee tables give the room an effect of a safe haven. This is a perfect place to work for my first job. I take a deep breath and take a seat on the comfy, brand new sofa. I inhale the scent of coffee and glance at the clock on the wall. The owner told me to come at around seven to begin training and its six-thirty maybe i sh-
"Well that's rude, people usually say hello to the only person in the room."
"Shit!" I jump at the sound of a deep voice with an accent. The boy looks at me amused, and kicks his feet up on the table. He's sitting to the left side of me on a one-person sofa. He looks at me with a playful smirk on his plump pink lips.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone w-was here." I nervously mumble. I hug my purse closer to my body and look down at the floor. I heard a female voice on the phone, not a male. Is he the owner? he looks awfully young..
"It's alright, i'm not the owner, in fact im here for the same reason as you, training." He's dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt. So he's my co-worker? I simply nod and look back down, cheeks flushed. I suddenly feel over dressed. I pull on my black skirt and tug on my red blouse. I'm such an Idiot, training, means learning how to make the menu, It is a coffee shop after all.
We sit in silence for a while before he speaks again.
"Names Harry by the way."
"Eva."
The door swings open and an elderly women steps in. She's definitley the owner.
"Get up and in the kitchen my name is Mrs. Brickford and you will listen to everything I say or you are fired is that clear?" She quickly saids in the most unfriendly tone.
Harry lazily gets up and drags his feet behind the counter, I follow behind but i'm much more tense. This lady doesn't look like someone to mess around with and I need the job.
She tells us to make 5 smoothies, lattes, coffees, and frappuchinos in under thirty minutes.
Me and harry continually bump into eachother as we scramble to gather the ingrediants, make them into the beverage, and pour them into the cups. I wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand as I almost come to an end. I'm about to pour the last cup of coffee when Harry runs by and knocks over the pot by accident, the coffee pours all over him.
"Fuck!!" he screams in pain.
"I'm so sorry!" I try to wipe it off with a napkin but he just screams in pain some more.
"leave it, it's fine." he closes his eyes and murmurs to fuck off. I roll my eyes at the rude boy.
I begin making another batch of coffee before I feel something freezing, seep through my skirt.
I look up to see Harry throwing his head back in laughter, his deep dimples caving in.
I squeal, my skirt has smoothie all over it.
I get one of my perfectly completed Frappuchinos and pour it all over Harrys head.
"MY HAIR!" He yells before pushing back his wet, sticky hair. Now it's my turn to laugh. It doesn't last long before he gets another one of his smoothies and dumps it all over my head. We both are dying of laughter when Mrs. Brickford comes out of the back room.
"What is going on here!!!" Her voice rumbles through the small place.
Harry bites on his bottom lip trying to stiffle a laugh.
Harry blames it on himself; which quite frankly surprises me since I just met him, Mrs. Brickford is about to fire him but oddly changes her mind.
"You two are very lucky im not firing you, it's only because no one else applied, pick up this mess before I change my mind." She saids through gritted teeth.
What a lovely way to start off with my boss.
I smile at the fond memories.
I turn around to see Harry Leaning against the counter, slurping on his drink, while he scrolls through his phone with his other hand.
His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks at his phone in concentration. A deep scowl on his face.
I giggle and wonder what he's looking at. He looks up and seems to read my mind.
"I'm looking up how to get to Tennessee, we obviously need directions." He tells me.
"Oh so that's what you were doing? how about we do that later?"
He looks at me with interest before telling me to go on.
I tell him that if he gets back to work without anymore interruptions i'll meet him at his house later and we can search up how to get there and stuff. That way, if our boss walks in through the door, we both won't get in trouble.
"Sounds good, be at my house at eight then." I nod before we both get back to work.
