Try-Hard, Sin Harder

6. Table for Seven

After two full days of resting and icing my leg, I was back on my feet, and running around the café. Literally. 

 I dashed between tables, balancing a tray with scolding beverages in my arms. Placing them down on their designated tables, I folded the tray between my arms and waist, gave the customers a small bow, and hurried back behind the brewing counter. I was thankful my uniform didn't call for tights or anything restrictive around my legs. Though, working in bare legs wasn't always comfortable, either. My collared black shirt was buttoned up down the front, and the short sleeves were folded once upwards and held in that position by stitched thread. A matching skirt fell just above my knees, with a short, clean white apron was tied around my waist. On my feet, I wore a pair of black flats that clacked against the tiled floor like high-heels. My dark hair had been pulled into a messy bun on top of my head, and I brushed the strands of stray hair from my face, tucking them behind my ear. 

 Scrubbing the counter with a washcloth, I felt someone lean over me, and snatch the rag from my hand. I turned my head to see Jaehee, her mouth pouting slightly. "A group just came into the café, they said they wanted you to serve them." 

 Odd, I was never requested. "Which table?" 

 "Seven and eight, your section." 

 Jeez, someone had to put the two tables together just to fit everyone. How many people were in this group? When I walked over, I counted seven. Five familiar faces stared back at me, J-Hope even dared a wink in my direction. Jin smiled. "Morning Keira." 

 "Good morning, Jin-ssi. All of you decided to come out for coffee?" I asked. 

 Suga nodded, and I noticed his eyes were barely slit open until I reached the table. How bad was his sleep schedule to be passing out like this all the time? "Originally I was just going to bring Jungkook, but then Jin said he'd run out of eggs so we'd all have to eat out this morning. He even managed to drag Jimin along," he said. 

 "No kidding," said one of the men I didn't recognize. "I have half a mind to punch your throat in for dragging me out by my collar like that." 

 Jin let out a small laugh. "It got you in the car, didn't it?" He turned to the others. "Do you all know what you're going to order?" 

 There were a few mumbles and nods answering him. "Alright then, Suga-ssi?" 

 "I'll have a black coffee, and a plain croissant." 

 I scribbled his order down on my note pad. "Alright, and Jungkook-ssi?"

 "A flat white and a Moulin à Noisettes for me, please." 

 "Sure thing, and J-Hope-ssi?" 

 He looked at his menu for another moment. "I'll get a caffe latte and an Ouranais." 

 "Yep. What about you, Jimin-ssi?" 

 "Nothing, I'm not all the hungry," he said. The others glared at him. He clicked his tongue. "Fine, I'll get a cappuccino." 

 "Add a Palmier to his order," Jin said. "I'll have a restretto, the Pains au Chocolat, a Mouchoirs aux Amandes, and a Brioche au Sucre." 

 Drawing the line to separate the orders, I flipped the page of my notepad, and looked to the other male I hadn't met before. "I'm sorry, I haven't caught your name yet." 

 "Namjoon," he told me, his lips turning into a dimpled smile. "I'll have an americano and a slice of Brioche Mousseline." 

 "Nice to meet you, Namjoon-ssi, and you've got it." I drew another line, and looked up from my pad to meet V's gaze. "For yourself?" 

 "What do you recommend?" 

 I thought for a moment. "That depends, do you have a sweet tooth?" 

 He nodded his head. I should have known that, I thought. I met him while he was trying to steal candy. I said, "Then I would recommend our mocha and a Brioche."

 "I'll have that, then," he replied. 

 I felt their eyes linger on me as I nodded my head and went back to the brewing counter. It was both alarming, and slightly comforting. 

Jin's P.O.V

 Keira was still favouring one of the her legs. Her limp was subtle, but it was there. The last few days of rest seemed to have done her a world of good. Her bandages were gone, and it looked like she'd taken a chunk out of the groceries I'd bought for her (which she reluctantly accepted). She seemed like a completely different person from the drenched girl in mud-coated clothing. Now her smile was more prevalent, and that cautious, almost afraid look in her eye was nowhere to be found. She was beautiful like this, and with curves returning to fill the skirt she wore, somewhat sexy. 

 I mentally punched myself for thinking like that. I could only imagine what Hobi might be thinking about this transformation. On second thought, I wasn't sure I wanted to. Nobody comes out of that perverted mind of his unscarred. It was after all, Jung Hoseok. 

 "So, that's the girl you mentioned earlier?" Namjoon asked. 

 Yoongi nodded. "That's the one. She makes one hell of a coffee, too." 

 "She'd better," Namjoon stated. "normally I wouldn't dream of coming to some place as unknown as this one." 

 "Why? I think it's cozy," said Jungkook. 

 "Don't get the pompous ass started," Jimin warned. "I don't need his arrogance this early in the morning." 

 "It's not arrogance if it's true." Namjoon turned his head toward Keira, who was balancing two trays in her arms as she walked towards us. "Jeez, Jin. You're really making her work to get your order to the table." 

 "Shut up," I muttered. 

 Surprisingly, she managed to shuffle around our table and deliver the drinks and pastries without dropping anything. I'll admit, with the amount of plates and mugs stacked on each tray, I was impressed. It took most servers years to form that strong of a balance, and even then that would have been difficult to pull off. Yet, she seemed to do it almost effortlessly, and with such grace and precision. It was almost like watching a dance. 

 I wondered what else she had hidden up her sleeve.

Keira's P.O.V

Once they'd finished their meal, all of the boys left, save for two. Jimin remained seated at the table, fiddling with a silver spoon in his lap. Namjoon came over to the brewing station, and leaned on the edge of the counter. I looked up from the cup of coffee before me. "All the others have left except for you two, is there something else you wanted?" 

 Namjoon shook his head. "I just came over to ask you something." 

 "Hold on just a second," I replied. "I'll bring this over to that table, and then you can ask me." 

 He nodded, and I placed the cappuccino on my tray. Smiling, I brought the drink over to the customer, plopped some coins from another table into the pocket of my apron, and slipped behind the brewing counter. Jimin rose from his seat, and made his way towards us. "What were you going to ask me?"  I said.

 "We wanted to know when you get off of your shift," Jimin said, as he stepped beside Namjoon. "And if we could walk you to your apartment." 

 Hesitantly I glanced over to the clock hung above the front door. 

 "Meet me around the back in twenty minutes."