changes {n.h}

one.

                      rosemary.
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     Exhausted was the only word to describe how I felt when I walked into Cuppa Joe's coffee shop for my evening shift after school. I wasn't exactly excited to be serving hot drinks to rude Londoners after a two and a half hour Macroeconomics lecture. Don't get me wrong; I was grateful for my job, but there weren't very many perks to evening shifts.
     I pushed open the glass door with the company logo on it, inhaling deeply the scent of freshly brewed coffee. "Rosie!" I looked up and grinned fondly at the sight of one of my favorite co-workers, Sarah. She had been working as Joe's since before I got a job there two years ago. I clocked in and hurried behind the counter to slip into an apron.
     "I didn't know you were working today," Sarah told me as she fixed a customer's small non-fat latte.
     "I didn't either until this morning. Jeremy called in sick, and Dave called me and said I had to fill in," I mumbled and shook my head. "Next!" I called to the next customer in line.
     Two hours and at least seventy customers later, I fixed myself a cup of ice water and sat down with Sarah for our break. A man with a briefcase walked in and ordered (coffee, black), taking a seat at the booth behind us.
     "So, how's school goin'?" Sarah asked as she pinched off a bite of her blueberry muffin.
     A soft groan fell from my tired lips as I shook my head. "It's barely going at all. Algebra is kicking my ass, and my marketing professor says that we need an internship as a part of our final grade."
     Sarah 'ooo'ed at that, raising her brows.
     "How many businesses in London are going to give an inexperienced nineteen year old an internship? Zero." I sipped at my water and shook my head. "As if I wasn't already stressed enough."
     "You'll figure it out, kiddo. It's an internship you'll need for, what, two months? Tops? I'm sure someone out there needs someone to slave around their office for a while," Sarah laughed.
     I joined in and nudged her under the table. She excused herself to go to the restroom, leaving me by myself for a few moments.
     The man at the booth behind us stood up, then sat right back down in the booth across from me. "Good evening. Rosie, is it? I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," he said, raising his brows.
     I stared at him in confusion, glancing around to make sure that everything else was normal - because this wasn't.
     "Rosemary," I gently corrected him. It didn't feel...right for a strange man to call me by my nickname.
     "Ah. Well, Miss Rosemary, I am Louis Tomlinson. I work for Niall Horan of Horan Enterprises. We are actually in need of a young lady to assist Mr. Horan himself," the man went on. "If you're interested, I could help you fill out an application and run it by Mr. Horan. If you're lucky, you will hear from him by the end of the week."
     My mouth nearly fell open. Horan Enterprises was very well known all over the UK and throughout most of Europe. Niall Horan had built the company from the ground up, all on his own apparently. Within just a few years, it had skyrocketed and, well, he turned out to be one of the most successful men in Europe.
     I swallowed thickly and nodded my head. "Oh, of course. I would definitely be interested," I murmured politely. "My break ends in ten minutes, though."
     Louis just smiled and fished through his briefcase, pulling out a pen and a two sheets of paper. "This will only take three. This, here, is just a list of things you will be asked to accomplish. Read over that, and fill out some personal information at the bottom. The second page is just a medical history sheet, and unless you have any serious illnesses, all you have to do is sign, initial, and date it at the bottom."
     My head was spinning. What angel in heaven chose for me to be blessed tonight? I quickly filled out the papers just like he said, and he marked a few things as well. He asked me a few questions, most of them being about my future and school, then handed me a business card with his name on it. "Good evening, Miss Rosemary, and the best of luck to you," Louis said as he stood up. He grabbed his coffee from the other booth, then headed towards the exit.
     Sarah rushed over from behind the counter where she had been watching the whole thing. "Rosie, oh my god, what was that all about?" she squealed quietly.
     I shrugged and shook my head in disbelief, laughing softly. "I have no idea, Sar, but I might be getting an internship at Horan Enterprises." When the words finally sank in, I couldn't help but squeal in excitement.
     Our manager, Dave, came running from the back. "Sarah! Rosie! I don't pay you to squeal like a couple o' hogs. Get behind the counter and clean up this place!"

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Hi!! S again. This chapter is super dry but eh, it's only the first chapter. It'll get interesting soon, I promise! I'm currently working on chapter 2 of this story, and I'll post it when this story gets to, I'll say, 7 views and 3 comments? Thanks for reading!! 😊
     - much love, s