Hardship (Lonzo Ball)

The Usual

*Valentina's POV*

"Back again? Cant get enough of me or something?" I asked Lonzo as he walked through the door, his two friends tagging along this time.
"I guess I cant," He smirked at me, "Jus too adorable to resist."
"Well I mean I cant argue with that," I shrugged, smiling at him.
"Saw you on TV last night," his friend chimed in.
"I know," I smiled proudly.
"You were on TV?" Lonz asked.
"I was," I smiled small.
"For?!" he asked, surprised.
"I starred in a new TV how on FX," I told him.
"Oh no way that's dope!" he told me.
"She fucking killed it!" his same friend told us, "She was bad ass."
"Thanks,"  I giggled, smiling small.
"I'll have to watch it," Lonzo smirked at me.
"What do you want for your drinks?" I asked.
"The usual," he smirked at me.
"I told you Lonzo," I laughed, "I don't remember orders." I shrugged. He laughed and ordered the same thing as always. I typed it in and took the other twos order. I got their money and gave them their change back. I went and made their drinks and handed them it. Lonzo winked at me as he walked away. What's with him and winking at me? I smiled small as I saw Marcus walk in. He comes here a couple times a week. "Hey cute thang," he smirked at me.
"Hey," I giggled, "The usual?" I asked.
"You know it," he winked at me.
"Mocha latte with an extra shot of espresso," him and I said at the same time. I giggled a bit and took his money. "Keep the change baby doll," he winked at me. I nodded and smiled small at him. I went and made his coffee and handed it over to him. He placed a kiss on my cheek and walked away. I cleaned up the area a bit and then I heard the bell go off, meaning someone was at the counter. I walked back over and saw Lonzo standing there. "Yeah?" I asked.
"'I don't remember orders'?" He looked at me, raising a brow.
"He's an exception," I smiled at Lonzo.
"Why?" he asked, "He let you keep the change? Called you baby doll? He's me but white." Lonzo laughed.
"Well maybe I like that," I shrugged, "He's not cocky and conceited like you are."
"Bull shit," he laughed, "I caught him checking himself out in the spoon Valentina," he looked at me.
"Well maybe I just don like you," I shrugged a little.
"That's not possible," Lonzo laughed. I shrugged a bit and looked at Lonzo. "See, conceited."
"I aint 'conceited'. I just know what my potential in life is," he shrugged.
"Why you so butt hurt I knew his order?" I laughed.
"Cause I knew you first! I liked you first!" he fought back.
"Liked me first?" I looked at him, "What are we? 10?? I'm 19 years old. You don't get dibs on me Lonzo. You only talk to me when you come here. If you made more of an effort to be with me and not be so fucking cocky about it then yeah maybe I'd consider!" I looked at him and then walked to the back. I sighed and shut the door behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed a little bit. I was so rude to him... I feel so bad... I didn't mean to do that... I guess the whole family thing has really been getting to me lately.... Damn I miss everyone. I walked back out and got a cup. I made Lonzo his 'usual' and I wrote my number on the cup. I clocked out, seeing I was done with work. I waked to Lonzo's table and handed it to him. "A caramel latte, size medium, hot," I set it down on his table and walked out.

*Lonzo's POV*

I watched as she walked to the back and shut the door behind her. I sighed and went back to sit at my table. "That back fired," Kuzma laughed a bit, "You good?"
"No," I shrugged and sighed a bit.
"I'm sorry bro," Ingram looked at me.
"It's whatever, apparently I'm too 'cocky' and 'conceited'" I sighed a bit.
"Nah don't listen to her bro," Kuzma shook his head, "She's being hard to get."
"I don't like that," I shook my head, "But damn do I like her." I saw her walking our way. She looked at me, she was out of her apron and outfit. She had on a pair of skinny jeans that tugged her curves just perfectly. She matched it with a plain black crop top that hung just above her highwaisted shorts. "A caramel latte, size medium, hot," she set the cut down and walked out of the café. I smiled big at her and leaned back on the chair. I watched out the window as she walked out to her car. I bit my lip a little bit as her hips swayed with her walk. She had me wrapped around her finger, without even trying. "Dude!" Kuzma looked at me, "You got digits!" I looked at the cup and there was the 10 digit number... I smiled bigger and put it in phone right away. I leaned back on the chair again. Nothing could wipe the smile off my face right now... Now even that douche bag that was walking over. "Dude listen here," he started, "That little barista is mine, got it? I get what I want, when I want it. I want her and I could get her anytime I want. So back the fuck off," he laughed and then walked away, outside. I shook my head a little bit, the smile still played on my face. I had her number, he didn't...

A/N-
Uh ohhh. What do you think about Marcus??