Christmas In A Book Store

Devon

A/N: Just thought I'd let you know what my ears were graced with while writing this thing!  Sorry, it's taken so long, Merry Late Christmas!

So, Monday's sucked. I believe I already got that out of the way. Thursdays, however, are the ultimate killer. Not only is it the day before your last day of the weekend, but it's also my first day at a new job.

I shouldn't be so negative, I know, but that stupid guy hasn't left my mind since I became a fumbling dumbass who couldn't keep control of his mouth. All that aside, I was still excited to work at this place. I learned from my friend Derek that they had a tiny coffee shop right next door, with a door connecting the two buildings together. Apparently, it was a bit of a hotspot for some of the more 'elite' college students around here.

I had an hour before my shift, so I decided to spend it at the tiny shop while I waited. There were eight stools at the counter, which served as a table on its own. Behind me were five tables with chairs sitting at each. All in all, it was cozy. The warm lights and old-school vibe from the jukebox was a weird kind of nostalgia. It's like I was in the eighties at an old local café.

As I sipped on my hot chocolate, I felt something nudge my arm. I was so spaced out I hadn't realized someone was sitting right next to me! It wasn't just some random stranger either, it was the boy from yesterday!

"Come here often?" his smirk made me cringe as much as that lame pick up line did.

"Seriously?"

He laughed, taking the hot cup of what looked like coffee from the much too generous brunette who was still staring at him expectantly.

"Thanks, darling, been dying for a taste of your brew since this morning," the wink he gave afterward made me feel physically ill.

Was this guy for real? Did the girl actually buy this garbage? A high pitched giggled and reddening of cheeks as she leaned over to him, her ridiculously far too-unbuttoned shirt showing more than need be gave me the answer. Holy hell, is this what I'm going to deal with on a daily basis? Don't get me wrong, people can flirt all they want, but I'd rather not have some chicks ridiculously sized chest shoved in my face at the same time.

"You're Tristan right?" He turned to me, now completely ignoring the girl who gave a pout at the lack of attention.

"It's Tee, but yeah, why?"

"Well, I'll be training you today of course."

That stopped me dead. No way. There's no way this guy was management material at all, not with his demeanor! I mean, not that I know him much, but from his carefree and flirtatious manner, I can't imagine him not getting in trouble for any form of sexual harassment.

"You're training me?" I didn't mean it to come out like a squeak, it just did.

"Don't worry, the next two weeks are going to be a breeze, kid."

Then he fucking winked at me. Is that similar to a catchphrase for him? Is that his symbol? I don't think I'm going to survive working with this dude if that's the case.

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Well, he was somewhat right. The next two weeks really went by fast. I can't say I enjoyed every part of it, especially with him nitpicking every single thing I did. It's like he was just waiting for me to fail so he could show me how he does things correctly.

Chance gave him a praise every five minutes, which certainly didn't help the egotistical prick at all. Not only was he preening at every glance given his way the whole time, but he needlessly flirted with everyone he interacted with, including Chance! I don't even think the man noticed how much ass kissing he was doing, but his reports on helping, in his words, "the poor stray" were infuriating nonetheless.