"Why does this Starbucks have waiters and waitresses? Why can't we be normal where we call out names and stuff?" Jennete complained as she dropped an empty tray on a counter.
Jennete was a waitress, and so far, Tuesday's closest friend. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in to a ponytail and her unique violet eyes twinkled with the same twinkle Tuesday had- mischief.
Tuesday smirked slightly. "Well," She said as she continued scrubbing the plates in front of her. "'We're a unique establishment who tries to make more customers' A.K.A, to give the big boss some more cash."
Jennete shook her head and was getting ready to take a newcomer's order when a bell chimed.
"Ha!" Jennete said happily. "Shift change. Give me that apron, love. It's my turn."
Tuesday and Jennete decided to exchange what they did when the bells chimed- Tuesday would become the waitress, and Jennete would be working in the Kitchen.
The black-haired girl groaned as she handed Jennete her apron and walked out, a pad of paper and a pen in her hand.
She pinned on her name tag that said: HI I'M... Tuesday. For some reason, the newcomers (five boys) were seated in the very corner of the cafe, farthest from where the other people were.
"Hi," Tuesday greeted as she reached their table, flashing the boys a smile. "What would you like to order?"
"What's wrong with your eye?" The one with messy brown hair asked.
Tuesday almost forgot about her little eye injury. Her hand shot up to her eye, wincing a bit as she felt it. "Oh, I'm a klutz. Tripped over a chair." She lied. "Your order?
"Er, I think we'll have five coffees please." The one with blonde hair said, obviously not convinced.
"Two blueberry muffins." The one with curly brown hair added.
"And three plain croissants." Piped one with black hair.
"Let me repeat your order: Five coffees, two bluberry muffins and three plain croissants?"
"Yep." The five boys replied.
"I'll be back with your order." Tuesday said with a nod before walking back to the Kitchen.
[...]
"She doesn't recognize/know us," Liam muttered to his friends. "That's a good change."
"'Course it is." Louis replied.
"Her eye is definetly not something that was caused by a clumsiness." Niall commented. "I'm a klutz, and I've tripped over a trillion things, never got an eye that like that. My senses tells me she's lyin'."
"It looked like it was punched." Zayn agreed.
"Guess it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to tell us." Harry said briskly. "It's none of our buisness, after all."
Harry looked around the cafe: Nobody gave them second looks or stared at them at all. Something glinted in the corner of his eye.
He bent down and picked up a silver, rectangular thing.
"What's that?" Asked Niall.
"A name tag." Zayn answered.
It said HI I'M TUESDAY in shining blue ink.
"I guess it's her's." Louis said.
"Tuesday," Liam mused. "Nice name, I guess."
"Let's wait for her." Harry said, leaving the name tag on their table and waiting for Tuesday to return.
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Secretly Inlove//One Direction
FanfictionTuesday Lockart doesn't have an easy life. Her father's a drunkard, her mother's missing, and she has to take a part-time job to raise her younger sister, Mitchell. What if, one day, she meets One Direction... but they don't tell her who they are? A...
