A coffee a day

Little cafe

The steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee sitting on the table top with papers and pens sprawled across the table. Sitting by the window trying to process the surrounding. The sound of chatter and frothing of milk in the morning is becoming a norm to me. This little cafe is my life. I grew up watching my mum and dad make little drawings on people beverages. Sometimes if it's not busy, she'll teach me how to do it. I learn to love making coffee and looking at someone taking a sip of my creation is so satisfying.
Every cup of coffee should always be made with love. That's the secret of a perfect recipe. Not the sugar or the milk. It's like if you put your heart into something, that thing will always be the best even if it is not as great as the rest.
Today is no different. The smile on every faces as they receive their drink is honestly great. Even if I'm not behind the counter making their drink, I know that the customer service they receive will always be personalised for everyone.
"Shayla! Can you come and help me!" The sound of my mums' voice echoed through the cafe. I stood up carefully so that i won't spill my coffee on the papers and rushed behind the counter to help manage the cashier. Time passed by and finally the morning rush hour is dying down. "What a busy Monday morning."

            Helping my mum during the holidays is honestly fine with me as long as I can catch up on my books and drawings in between the hours. Fiddling with my fingers, my head shot up when I hear someone calling for my attention. The first thing i notice is the brown eyes but when he moves, it's kind of hazel. Feeling shy all of a sudden as I'm not usually this distracted. I took his order and wondered if he is from around here. Not only this is a small town but I've never seen this guy before. I'm sure with the curious gaze of the rest, they are wondering the same too.
I proceeded to make his drink. Wondering why he would drink ice caramel machiato in the morning. Won't he get an upset stomach after finishing the drink? Usually the customers here would order hot drinks in the morning unless it's ice coffee for some college girls who make their rounds here at least 4/5 times a day to get the same drink. Covering up the drink with the cap and calling out his name for him to collect the drink. He took hid drink not before saying thanks and left the cafe.
"He's really cute shay. You should try and ask for his number the next time he comes by." My best friend said to me. Larissa is always trying to hook me up with any boys she sees. This thing has been going on for quite sometime. At first I would get really shy about it but as time goes by, I just got used to it and ignored her. "Nah I'm fine with my books and single life," I replied. Walking back to my table and drinking the now cold coffee that has been sitting there untouched. The taste of the sweet bitter flavour attack my tastebuds making me flutter my eyes shut. Oh how I love the taste of coffee.
The morning goes by in a blink and soon the lunch crowd starts coming in. My leg is sore from sitting so long and my hands feel like they might fall off soon. I've been drawing and shading without taking a break. Drawing is like a hobby, I love doing it as much as I love coffee which says something. Keeping all my stuff and giving the seat up to help my mum and best friend who is busy handling the crowd. I put on my apron and start making the drinks and taking order after order.

Mum and I are heading back home and closing the cafe a little around 5 which is early for us. But mum promised to cook a nice dinner for the family today as it's Raymond's birthday. My elder brother is finally turning 22. 3 years older than I am.