Partnered Up☕︎

#6 A Strawberry milkshake threw 'up'

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Chapter #6 A Strawberry milkshake threw 'up'
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Fay

Oh, how I wish I never came here. The urge to run out of this building and forget about this cafe is really starting to take over me.

"Fay, stop it. You're not a child, you've gotta deal with your problems in a mature and stable manner." My common sense practically kicks those words in my face.

"Us? No. Shelbe, I've already told you; I don't do your, 'partner thing,'" Elijah quotes with his fingers annoyedly.

Mis Shelbe pouts. "Aw dear, you thought I was asking. You need a helper Elijah and Fay here is the perfect match."

"You don't even know her, let alone know what a match is. And I don't do teamwork, let alone partnerships." He sighs rubbing the back of his head in irritation.

"Yeah, like Elijah said. You don't really know what we would work like together. So, I think maybe you should leave him be and I'll just get a different partner. Or, even better, I can work on my own," I suggest.

Shelbe looks at me and then at Elijah, with an almost mischievous look in her eye. "Hmm, I see. Well the least you can do is try for the day!" She exclaims, pushing me and Elijah towards the kitchen. "Eli dear, just show her how to use the milkshake machine for today! She seems to be a quick learner."

Elijah sighs even more annoyed and I stand next to him silent. "Hey, it's not a big deal, I'll just leave and you can continue working normally," I state. After all, he did get this job before me. Last thing I would want to be is a bother to anyone.

"Yeah that would be good," He replies emotionlessly.

So easy. So easily he just gives up? "Come on Fay! You know you secretly like this place! So, fight for it! We don't give up easily!" Common sense kicks in once more. Or is it pride? Either way, I can feel it bubbling in me.

"What do you mean 'that would be good?'" I ask, with a hint of annoyance in my voice. Looking straight into his dark chocolate eyes. I could tell that made him a little uncomfortable.

Bad at eye contact. Intriguing.

He darts his eyes away "I mean that you should find another place to work at. I've been working here for the past month by myself, and it's been going great."

"Really? Is that why you were late today? And yesterday. And every day for the time you've been working here? To be honest I'm shocked that she hasn't fired you yet. Listen. Just because you're lazy and don't want to take the time to train me doesn't mean I'm gonna leave. I like this place and I'm staying," I state firmly crossing my arms, watching him attentively.

He scrunches his brows. "Then do what you like," he replies, sighing, and walks towards the kitchen doors, then stops to look my way. I stand and stare not really knowing what to do next.

"Well, are you coming or do you enjoy catching flies in your mouth?" He snaps. I narrow my eyes and walk past him through the kitchen doors to the milkshake machine area. There, a white long counter and a register are waiting.

As we walk to the little area I can see ice cream of all flavors, toppings from all sorts, from chocolate chips to any fruit you could want. All kinds of sprinkles. It looks like a little store for happiness.

Elijah sits down on a seat that's next to the counter where the register is and a lady that was waiting in line with her two little boys smiles and a "Hello, so I'll be getting one Strawberry Madness and Coc Coc Express," comes from the lady.