The Girl In Braids

Chapter 1

That is not Ethan ☝☝ but those are what his eyes look like. Okay onto the story!!

I watch in slow motion as the steaming hot coffee comes flying towards me. I watch as it splashes on my white apron and dusty brown uniform. I feel the burning pain as the boiling liquid rolls down my leg. Biting my lip, I muffle my scream.

"I'm so sorry." Says the wide-eyed customer.

"It's okay." I whisper in pain.

I kneel down, making sure not to bens too far or someone was sure to see up my mini skirt. Curse you Maggie and your stupid uniform, fortunately because I'm not an idiot, I always wear bike shorts underneath.

Slowly, but surely, I retrieve the  coffee cup and wipe the dark brown mess with the tea towel I always keep in my apron pocket.

"I'll pay for that." The lady says.

I look up and smile, making eye contact with her assumable husband. Who is drinking his coffee rather loudly while giving me the stink eye.

What's his problem?

"Thank you." I reply to the lady. I glare at the man while walking away.

As I arrive in the kitchen, Maggie finishes serving pancakes on a plate, and places it on the counter for me to deliver.

"Order for table 3! Oh, what happened to you?" Maggie asks, cringing at my sight.

"Coffee spill." I reply, not wasting anytime to escape into the back room.

"There is a spare uniform in the closet somewhere."

"Oh great! Another blood sucking skirt." I mumble sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I heard that!" Maggie yells back.

"I'm kidding!"

No I'm not.

"No you're not." I chuckle at the accuracy of her statement.

I shut the door to the office. The room was small, enough space to fit a corner desk with a computer and 2 large cupboards. Both are usually filled with resources such as: eggs, flour, coffee grains etc.

I open one cupboard, shuffling through some paper work on the top shelf, then spot the hideous light brown uniform. It consists of a small bottom up shirt which is a size top small, a mini skirt, thankfully the same size as the one I am wearing. And a small white apron which was worn over the skirt.

I fit into the clothes, struggling with the shirt, but I made it work. It made my tiny chest seem decent, which, for me, is not what I want. I don't want attention anywhere near there, or anywhere else. Which is why I despise this uniform.

Exiting the office, I stroll back to the front and see the pancakes from before had disappeared. Assuming Maggie had served them, I enter the dining room.
Maggie was wiping down the tables as the last two customers leave. I swear I wasn't in there for that long. When I left, there were minimum five people in here.

Maggie reads my expression and smiles.

"Don't worry, you weren't in there forever. The remaining customers finished, paid and left." She reassures me.

"Oh thank God."

She walks back into the kitchen and throws the tea towel in the basket of other dirty towels next to the oven.

"Its nearly closing time and I'm really tired." She explains.

"It's okay, you can go home. I'll close up." I reply grabbing the basket and emptying its content into the washing machine located in the back corner of the kitchen.