Brat

Chapter 2

*that hunk of man up there is a new character. You'll see what his name is later*

    I pulled the chain and let the driver know where my stop was. I stepped off, and pulled out my earbuds. Leaving my ears empty without My Chemical Romance playing in them. I took in a deep breath before entering the building I was gonna spend the next 5 hours in. Well, the sooner I go in, the sooner I can come back out again. I went in, and instantly was swept up in the lunchtime coffee rush. My favorite coworker, Dean, gave me a quick high five on my way in.
    

      "Hey, the manager wants to talk to you about something." I nodded and rolled my eyes thinking about what he'll bitch at me for this time. I knocked on the door, and his demanding voice came through. "Come in Ms. Smith." As I came through the door I said, "Geez Carl, I've been working here since 17, don't ya think ya ought to be calling me Charli by now?" He rubbed his temples and ignored my comment. "Anyway, that brings me to my point. You're long overdue for a promotion. Instead of working the register, you will now work the tables as the head waitress. Your responsibilities include the 6 tables by the windows, and making sure the waitresses under you are properly handling their business. Do you understand?" I nodded and left the office in a better mood than I thought I would. As I reached for my apron with my name on it, Dean came from behind me. "So what did the old fart want?"
"The old fart gave me a promotion."
"Doing what?"
"I'm head waitress now." his smile turned into a look of slight concern.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You remember the new girl Bianca?"
I cocked my head to the side, confused.
"She got her uniform shirt two sizes too small to show off her sorry excuse for boobs?" I had an ah ha look on my face, and nodded telling Dean to continue his story.
   "Well, she works mainly those 3 tables by the front door, but I've seen her sneak other people's tips." I already knew that I wouldn't like her very much, but I'll give her a chance. The second she goes for my tips, she's through.
    I got to work reading to a table to take my first order. "Hello welcome to your local Starbucks, my name is Charli, how may I assist you?"
The people at this table were an old elderly couple. The were so adorable together. "Hi there young lady. I'd like a plain black coffee with sugar in it. My darling wife is more for all the fancy stuff." He smiled lovingly at her.
"Sweetie could you bring me one of those unicorn things? I saw it on TV last night and I just had to have it."
"Yes you may, I'll have that right up for the both of you as soon as I can. With those drinks I'll bring you your sugar sir." I nodded, and walked away. Dean was standing at his register as I handed him the ticket. "So, how are they?"
"They're both so nice. One day I wanna be like that older couple." Dean rolled his eyes at me.
  "I'll never understand you girls. Act all tough, but you're just a big softie. I'm glad I don't have to deal with it."
"Shut up and give me my coffee slut." He handed me the coffees and stuck his tongue out at me. I took it to them and smiled.
  "Here's your unicorn thing ma'am, and your black coffee with the sugar shaker. You two have a wonderful day." I left them alone to enjoy themselves. By the time I'm done they're ready to go, and they called me over.
   "Yes ma'am? Can I get you anything else?"
"No, no sweetheart. You've done more than enough. Thank you so much." She says putting something into my hands. She whispered in my ear, "There's your tip." before paying the bill at the from counter. I waited until they left to look at how much they gave me. $35 fucking dollar tip. I must've said that out loud because Bianca started glaring at me from the other side of the restaurant. With her eyes twitching with pure hatred and envy. I smiled and flipped her off right before my next customers came in. By the end of my shirt at 4, I was ready to collapse on the floor. One more person came in, and of course they just had to sit in my section. I rolled my eyes and approached him.
   "Hellowelcometoyourlocalstarbucksmynameischarlihowmayitakeyourorder?" I breathed out hurriedly. The guy looked up from his phone and smirked. "Now, now uh... Charli, I think you can do better than that." I huffed and said it again with a lot more sarcasm.
   "Hi! Welcome to your local Starbucks, my name is Charli, how may I help you?" And I put a fake smile on the end. He chuckled a little and said, "We'll work on it. I'll take a large mocha frap, whipped creme, double shot of espresso, Carmel and chocolate drizzle, and do not let that creme spill over." I struggled to keep up with everything as he said it. Under my breath I said, "I'll be right back with your order cunt." And walked away. I shoved the order ticket at Dean, who knew better than to ask me right then why I was mad. Considering how the place had slowed down, I had his order ready in 5 minutes. I brought it over, and placed it in front of him, and then I untied my apron to hang on its hook. I stayed in the back to clock out when I heard someone calling my name. It didn't sound like Dean, so I ignored.
   Gradually, it got louder and I got more annoyed. Soon enough, when this voice was yelling, I yelled right back. "What the hell do you want, and who the hell do you think you are to be yellin' like that?" I yell with my Motown accent showing through as I approached the front area.