[Fasten your Seatbelts! This is a long one]
Tick tock, tick tock, all I ever fuckin do is stare at that clock. It's not even an interesting clock, it's just a plain old office clock. At least my shift was nearly over.
"Hi I'll have a medium skinny latte." I looked down at the customer in front of me, putting on a fake smile. It was an older woman, must have been in her mid 50s and she had that sort of 'soccer mom' look to her.
"Of course! For here or to go?" I ask her, an enthusiastic lilt to my voice
"To go," I nod and start making her drink thinking that would be the end of our interaction, "Why are you so skinny? And why are your eyes black?" She piped up again, a sneer riding up on her face.
I paused and turned back to face her, "excuse me?" I asked a little on disbelief that she'd just right out ask those questions, not even a hint of subtlety.
"You, you look like a skeleton with those eyes and body." She waggled her heavily manicured finger at me
"I don't believe that I have to answer that." I replied a bit of sass in my answer.
"Why not? It's hardly like you're hiding anything," The bitch acted like she was entitled to know everything about my personal life, "Are you anorexic or something?"
I slammed her coffee cup down on the counter in front of her, sending the most deathly glare I could, I truly wanted her to die in that moment, "you need to leave."
"Answer me." She demanded again.
"Leave now!" She didn't budge, "Edwardo!" I called grabbing the attention of my manager
"What is it?" He replied hastily, he knew I never called him by his name unless it was serious.
"We've got an issue with a customer who needs to leave." The woman was clearly panicked but kept up the bitch facade.
"What's the issue?" He looked between me and the woman
"I gave this lady her drink as she ordered but she keeps asking me too personal questions and demands an answer. I told her to leave but she refused." I explained as quickly as I could
Edwardo paused for a moment to think about the situation, "You have to leave or we will have to call the authorities."
She scoffs audibly, a look of disgust or disbelief plastered on he wrinkled features, "well. Tell your faggot employee," she turns to glare at me, "Yeah don't think I didn't notice that shit," she turns back to my boss, "Tell him to eat something instead of starving himself because nobody is ever going to find a skeleton with no eyes attractive!" She storms out the shop.
Edward picks up the phone to call the police but I wave him off, I didn't want authorities being dragged into it, not like they'd do much anyway.
"She thought you were gay," he paused a moment, "Are you?"
"No! No I'm not... at least I don't think I am." I planted my hands firm against the counter... was I?
I had honestly never even questioned my sexuality, not even to confirm I was straight. I hadn't ever really been attracted to a girl, but it's not like I thought about guys in that light either... But... there was Tord?
I shook my head firmly, never, I chuckle to myself a bit. What a ridiculous thought.
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