Unravelling My Past

4. It's Part of the Job

I wake up to my alarm blaring its battery off as I slap it to stop. I look at the clock, staring at it until my vision becomes clear. 6:16 AM.

Just in time for the sunrise!

I quickly get out of my pajamas and switch to something casual, brush my teeth at the kitchen sink, and step out onto the terrace. My feet, touching the tender wood, as I grab on to the cold, black, metal bar. I stare at the sky as it  lightens up by the minute, slowly but surely, as the dark clouds turn to different shades of pink, oranges, yellows, greens, and blues. I ruffle my hair, unattractively might I add, and place it behind my shoulders.

I let out a sigh, filled with anguish, stress, and then relaxation. The morning breeze was light and comforting even though I only wore a light t shirt and skinny jeans. The whole sun finally came out at 6:37 AM and I walked back in, satisfied. I stretched out my body, touching my toes, sitting down to do some stretches and doing the back bend, all to keep my flexibility. I did some meditation to balance my mind and did all these other things (etc...)

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I opened the marvelous wooden door of the cafe at 8:00 AM. But the thing is. It didn't budge. As in, the cafe wasn't open yet. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned my head to the right and looked at today's day and hours. Wanna know what it said?

"Sunday 8:45 AM - 11:00 PM"

Marvelous. Just amazing. I'm forty-five minutes early. I hit my head with my palm when I hear a motorbike ride up and park. The biker takes off his helmet and ta-da!! Reveals the barista that I guess-I-kind-of-flirted-with appears. He rose his eyebrow, questioning my very presence and frustration that seems to be radiating like the bright sun.

So much for meditating this morning huh.

"Did something happen? And why are you here so early?" But his eyes interrogated me more than his words.

"Look, I got hired and I was going to check in for work but then I didn't know when the cafe opened so I came at 8:00 AM! It's Sunday!" I exclaim in blasphemy.

"Well yeah I know it's Sunday, but really, you got hired?" He questions. "Oh wait, did you want the job only to get close to me? Ohhh I bet you did!" He said like an arrogant teenager.

"Haha, very funny. But no, I just need to make some cash for a living like any other adult, and this cafe happens to be close to where I live." I bluntly explain.

"Then why did you leave that note the other day?" He asks.

Beats me because I don't even know myself.

"Just for fun," I smoothly lie, with a smile (or smirk) on my face.

"Uh Huh..." he nods, unconvinced. He brings out keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, letting the blast of coffee ground smells hit my nose. The smell is tantalizing as I hear him mutter "never gets old.." and walks in with confidence in his stride.

"Coming in or no?" He asks.

"Entering the store alright!" And I walk in with confidence as well. He turns on the light as I place the chairs onto the floor from the table. I hear the blender make choppy sounds that soon turn smooth as it grinds the coffee beans to powder, the scent wafering stronger.

"Hey, do you know where I can get an apron in here to waitress?" I question.

"What do you mean? You're on dish washing duty today." He explains with a straight face.

"I thought I was hired as a waitress. I am a waitress! Right?" I am shocked at my sudden demotion, even though I actually never knew what my job was when I was hired.