Christy's POV
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It's 11:02.
And I'm late for work.
For the third week in a row.
At least I have a good reason. Except, my boss, Dan, doesn't exactly go to church, so he's a little exhausted of my excuse.
I run to the back to change into my apron and am behind the register within 60 seconds.
"This is the third week, Christy."
"I'm sorry, Dan. The service ran a little long and I-"
"Christy, you're gonna have to drop the singing thing if you want to keep your job."
"And you're gonna have to drop your intolerance for it if you want to keep me." I say, nodding at my Employee of the Month picture for the last five months.
He sighs. "I can't have you doing this church thing if it's going to cost me customer service. We're busy Sunday mornings."
I'm getting annoyed at this point.
"Dan, deal with it. Cut my hours if you want or push my shift to 11:15."
"Julie has to be out at 11 to meet her boyfriend."
"Her boyfriend?" I respond. She's the girl who works my shift before me. She has the worst attitude if I'm late even fifteen seconds because she just HAS to meet her guy, Ryan, who she's been on and off with for six months. He's a total tool and has cheated no less than four times, but for whatever reason she keeps going back to him.
I continue, "That trash is worth me being late two freaking minutes on a Sunday morning. She needs help."
"Christy! My office, please." Dan is glaring a hole through my head.
When we are behind the door, he looks angry.
"I CANNOT have you talking about a COWORKER in front of customers like that."
"And I can't have you giving me crap over singing at CHURCH and being late TWO MINUTES so that B can meet her joke of a 'man'," I almost yelled back.
"Christy, I'll be understaffed without her, and-" I cut him off.
"Shows what type of person you look for in your hires," I snap. "If you want me to stay then you can deal with it and her hormonal wraths."
I turn to leave. I've never stormed out of my boss's office before. This is risky.
"If you weren't so two-faced that the customers love you, I'd have you fired this second."
"Be my guest," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"Go have a beer or something, Dan."
He grumbled something to himself as I made my way out to the register, where a line of three customers were surprisingly patiently waiting. "Well they must be in good spirits," I thought to myself. Judging by their attire, they looked like they were coming from the same place I was, so it made sense that they'd be in a good mood.
I greeted the first few and took their orders while Teresa, my help, got their orders ready behind me. I turned around to get the last person in line when I saw the door to the shop open and two people walk in. I glanced over to see them walking in and my heart stopped.
Ainsley and Hunter.
Hunter sat down at a booth and Ainsley made her way over to get in line, looking at the menu, and not noticing me. Yet.
