Coffee Girl

Black Coffee

This is the first chapter... so forewarning: I really suck and that's going to be evident in chapters to come. Sorry in advance.
Ruth Davidson--

I write the order down on the pad in my hand, scribbling the woman's specifications in unidentifiable hieroglyphics. She continues with her ramblings and my pen races to keep up with the blonde's demands. She finishes with the exact temperature she wants her coffee to be heated to. I run the order to Betsy, who stands behind the counter tying her apron tightly around her waist.

"Betsy Boo..." I chime. "The blonde broad in the booth has some high demands for you girlie." I smile as her grin falls into a scowl directed and at the woman. I hand the order to her, my eyes scanning her bronze face as she reads it.

"Oh no! I think we are all out of that Ruthy!" She looks over to me, a smirk playing on her full lips. She looks from me to the pad, and drops it on the counter. "I can't find any fucks to put in this order... she might just have to suffer." She shrugs as she begins to work on the blondes pastries.

"Boo, you better not. Don't half-ass it! Cecily would kill you..." I trail off, glancing at her reaction to me referencing our boss, also known as my aunt and our landlord.

"Fine..." Betsy grunts. She looks over the order once more before she looks up at the door that just opened. In walks Dorothy. Her tall frame is covered in her work coveralls, pink and blonde hair pokes out from underneath her baseball cap, and dirt streaks across her face.

"Betsy why do you look like that vein in your neck is going to pop?" Dorothy jokes as she walks up to the counter. I hand her a blueberry muffin and a napkin. She laughs as Betsy nods her head towards the blonde broad in the booth and glares. The thing about Betsy's glare is that it could cut through steel, everyone that knew her was afraid of Betsy's glare. I took a step away from her as she hands Dorothy the pad. Dorothy's eyes widen as she reaches the bottom. "That girl needs to heat her coffee to 97 degrees elsewhere." She scoffs.

Dorothy says her goodbyes as she heads upstairs to our shared apartment, thanking me for the muffin. I turn to the door as a customer walks in.

Betsy and I take order after order, getting into the routine of the our usual workday. As the day progresses, the shop starts to slow signaling the end of the day.

"Closing time is in 15 minutes Ru." I nod. Betsy goes to wipe down tables as I start cleaning the machines. At exactly 7:00 pm I switch off the illuminating 'OPEN' sign. I hum a tune as I start counting the till, which leads to Betsy to join along while she splits the tips. As we finish up Dorothy jogs down the staircase, announcing her entrance she jumps onto the counter.

"How do you girls feel about going out tonight?" Dorothy offers excitedly. I chuckle to myself as Dorothy is back to her party animal antics. Betsy starts to squeal, jumping up and down.

    "Oh yes! I've been dying to try this little number I bought last weekend!" Betsy quickly puts my half of the money into an envelope. She hurriedly repeats the action with her own share. "Ruthy you better come! I need someone to do my makeup and you're the best of the best."

    I soften my disapproval as she compliments my skills, furthering my hopes for the future. I blush as I nod. Dorothy and Betsy hug me simultaneously. I struggle to escape as I still need to lock up the cafe.

    "I'll meet you two girls upstairs, I just need to do the finishing touches and I'll catch up." They smile and make there way up there. I finish the task at hand and go home.

Up in my bedroom the girls have made themselves comfortable, all designating stations. Betsy was in my closet, rapidly moving hangers left and right in search of a perfect outfit for me as she had already pulled out both hers and Dorothy's. By my mirror was Dorothy working on her hair, curling them into messy waves. Dorothy had platinum blonde hair that reached her collar bones, the tips were dyed hot pink. Over at my desk underneath the window, I already had all my makeup stuff set up from the wedding makeup I did on a client yesterday.