The Coffee Chronicles

Chapter 6

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         "Pookie? You there?" A concerned Vincent asks Emily, she is just standing there, blank. He waves a hand in front of her face checking for any signs life.

        "Of course I'm here. I'm just wondering what kind of stalker you are." She fumes, smacking his hand out of her face. He damn near poked her in the eye.

     Chuckling, he says, "I am not some stalker, Dollface, I just came to get some coffee on my way to work. It isn't my fault you work here." he replies, picking up a paper menu.

       "Whatever." Emily says rolling her eyes, already exhausted "What do you want, pest?"Before he can open his mouth to form a reply, a voice comes from the back. 

      "Now-now, Emily. That's no way to talk to a customer." Garrett reveals himself, walking over to stand close and pressing himself against her back. Frozen words die on Vincent's tongue, seeing the man invade the smaller females personal space. He could see she looked uncomfortable.

       "My apologies, Sir. What can I get for you this morning?" she replies through gritted teeth. Garrett begins to run his fingers through the back of her hair, lightly scratching at her scalp.

       Vincent watches the scene unfold as a bystander, watching on in mild confusion and a little concerned. Emily takes a step closer to the register to detach Garrett from her back. She plasters a fake smile on her face as his fingers continue to rake through her hair.

       "Uh, yes." He stares at the scrawny man behind Emily, contemplating the stressed situation. "I'll have a dark roasted coffee. No sugar, just cream."

     "Coming right up," Emily says, using this as an excuse to move around and away from Garrett. 

     Vince watches her quick shaky movements for a moment before turning his attention to the smaller less intimidating male in front of him. Garrett has already been eyeing him up.

     "So, you're her boss?" Vince asks, making strong eye contact as he speaks.

     Garrett scoffs, "Yes. So, who are you, are you her boyfriend?" He asks, placing his hands in his back pockets, squaring his shoulders to straighten his stance.

     Taken back by the assumption, Vince goes to try and clear any misunderstandings. "Oh, you're mistaken, I am not her-" before he can finish his train of thought, let alone his sentence, Garrett chimes in and interrupts. Garrett sneers in Vince's direction in the process of explaining. 

     "I could have sworn that Shawn had already asked her on a date. I made sure she knows she won't have a job if she says yes." Smirking, he takes his hands out of his pockets and crosses them in front of his chest, broadening his already ridged stance. He winks at Vince. "Well, I don't mind coworkers dating, if it were her and I, that is."

     Concern blossoms in his chest for the feisty female making his beverage, eyes glancing over at her as the man behind the counter continues to speak.

    "Emily is so delectable. She will be mine." Garrett states this as if it were a fact, or a line drawn between the two gentlemen.

     At a complete loss for words in this situation, Vince stands there and waits for his order. Garrett leaves and retreats back to his office once he has said what he had to and seen that Vince had nothing to say in return.