Daylight

NYC Adventure

Dani had been back on tour for several days now but Santana still found that every time she caught herself daydreaming at work, her mind was on the singer. They had shot texts back and forth throughout the time Dani was gone but their schedules conflicted a lot. Being a singer meant not much downtime but Santana understood the craziness and never held it against her. This between them had all fell back into place extremely quickly so the time apart was good for them.

As the Latina walked into the coffee shop, she smiled at Sarah and continued into her office to set her stuff down. Deciding to push her paperwork off further, she went back to talk to her coworker.

“Hey Sarah,” she said getting the girl’s attention.

The strawberry blonde turned to face the taller girl. “Yeah?”

“Do you know when Dylan’s getting here?”

Sarah shot over a questioning look, “Aren’t you the one in charge of scheduling his shifts?”

The Latina’s face washed over with her signature glare that people had sworn could turn them to stone and sassily replied. “Last time I checked that wasn’t an answer to my question Strawberry Short Cake. Wanna try again?”

“I don’t k—”

Before she could finish her sentence the man walked through the front door of the coffee shop.

“Right now. He’s coming in right now,” Sarah redirected her response with a smirk.

Santana rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her body. “I have my own two eyes thank you very much. Go do something useful with yourself because back sassing me is not in your job description.” The Latina internally smiled at her quick wit but maintained the glare on her face.

Sarah quickly turned and scurried toward Dylan mumbling something that to Santana sounded along the lines of, “I want the good mood Santana back.”

The good mood Santana? She wondered to herself. Thinking back on the past year of being manager the revelation came to her. She usually was in a bad mood and if not, she was always sassy. Her boss liked her because she had no problem being assertive and that quality kept people in check. With Santana around, things got done efficiently. That was the real reason he promoted her to store manager.

Lately though, Santana hadn’t been too sour. She still hated waking up early for work, and often woke up later than usual trusting Sarah with the morning rush, but the days were better. She realized she had been smiling more when customers would talk to her. She had been more lenient when Dylan asked for the day off last week to take his girlfriend out for her birthday and didn’t make him work a shift to make up for it. So what changed this time?

The Latina pushed her thoughts back before they could run on much longer. She glanced up at the man walking through the front door and smiled before retreating to her office.  Paper work and employee evaluations never failed to serve as a distraction from the thoughts clouding her mind. She pulled the drawer open and flipped through the files until she found the paper she was looking for. Her hatred towards this certain form always caused her to put it off until the absolute last minute. Production reports. Why the hell anyone needed to know that the coffee and food was being used properly was beyond her. It just seemed tedious and unnecessary, but since when did her opinion matter on the subject anyway? Santana scribbled names and numbers throughout the sheet and did the calculations to match. As usual, nothing was out of place and her employees hadn’t stolen anything this week. She ran through the numbers one more ensuring that they were right, and then moved onto the next paper.

After a while, Santana checked her phone for the time. It was 8:30 in the morning and she felt like she had been filling out forms for hours already. Today is going to be a long day, she thought to herself. Looking back, this proved to be true; but never in the way Santana expected it to be.