Running into the small cafe, I was instantly met by the comforting smell of coffee. I smiled to myself, loving coffee and everything about it. Pushing the board to get behind the bar out of the way, I walked past it. Walking through the kitchen, I remembered I haven't met who worked the kitchen and cooked the meals.
Opening the door that said Staff Only, I smiled as I saw who was on the other side of the door. There stood Dorothy, the lady that hired me. She looked so much like Mrs. Doubtfire; the resemblance was uncanny. Same quirkiness from what I could tell so far, and same attitude. The only major difference was there names. Her name was Dorothy Jast.
Seeing me walking in, her face immediately brightened, and she spoke. "Oh hello dear! Just on time, aren't you so punctual. If I wasn't here before you I would be jealous." All the while talking, she wagged her finger at me playfully. I chuckled softly at her small attempt to make a joke and looked down. Walking fully into the 5 by 5 room, I saw we weren't the only people in there.
Both guys had their back turned to me, vary different looking from what I could see. One was roughly around my height, only a bit taller than me from what I could tell. He had brown/red hair, reaching the top of his neck, and he was taking off a fedora.
The other one, was considerably taller, even taller than Dorothy- and that was saying something. He had an afro, and a good sized one from the size of it.
Looking between the two, I could see they were having a quiet conversation between them. Not wanting to pry into their personal lives without their knowledge, I did my best not to eavesdrop.
As Dorothy left the room to start getting ready for the day, they both turned at the sound of the door closing. Looking at their faces, they looked nice. But then again, looks can be deceiving.
Seeing me standing there awkwardly, they both smiled.
"HI!" The shorter of the two started talking to me very excitedly. "I am Patrick, you can call me Pat, Patty, button, really just anything you want to." All the while speaking, he had a large smile on his face that never seemed to leave. clearly he must've been happy to see and meet me.
The taller next to him chuckled and shook his head slightly when hearing his friends' voice. "Hi, I'm Ray. I hope he didn't scare you off yet, he's just very happy to meet someone he has't met yet. Plus it's not very often that people choose to move to towns as small as this." He smiled slightly at me, assuming I was already scared of the two of them.
"Of course not, it's fine. It's nice to talk to friendly people, especially when we're going to be working together for a while." I smiled politely back at them.
After chatting for a while of chatting, laughing, and making friendships, Dorothy knocked on the door, notifying us that we were going to get our usual customers soon.
Ray was the cook, Patrick grabbing food for Ray and moving completed plates of food to the window between the kitchen and the rest of the restaurant. I worked behind the counter, serving people that sat at the bar, filling drinks, making coffee, and working the cash register if people didn't use cash to pay. Dorothy took the orders from the people that sat in the tables or booths, and chatted with the customers.
Pat informed how sometimes I'd need to clear the table for Dorothy if it's been a long day or if there were many plates. I'd love to help her if needed.
20 minutes into my shift there, there were only three people other than those that worked there. It was going smoothly, two in one booth, and the other at a table. Standing at the bar, I was greeted with Patrick.
In the middle of a conversation about newspapers and how common apps for news reliability, we heard the door chime. Signifying there was a new person, I thought I would finally get to do something.
A man walked in, very tall, taller than Ray even. He was looking down, and I couldn't see his face at all. If I were any closer I could tell I would've been able to though. I could already tell he was at least a foot taller than me. He had dyed black hair, black jeans, and of course, a leather jacket. He was holding a book in his hands too. I couldn't tell what the book was, but it was of decent size from the thickness of it.
What is it with everybody in this town and leather jackets and black jeans? I mean ME, but still. A town with at least 6 different people I've seen leather jackets on, that's a high number. Maybe it's a small town trying to be edgy? Possibly, there are so many older people that live here they might want to scare. But people seem chill with the jackets.
Normally in other towns I've been, they acted like Christian moms watching the Misfits 'Scream" video. Trust me, from experience, don't do it. Your ears will betray you from their piercingly loud screams, and give you a nasty headache.
The mysterious man sauntered over to a booth. Not just any booth, but the booth in the darker corner, facing the window that looked into the woods. He pulled his book up immediately, and dove right into it, continuing to hold his head downwards.
Dorothy, upon seeing his actions, rolled his eyes and walked through the door into the kitchen. I was utterly confused now.
"Who is that guy?" I asked Pat timidly, debating all of the responses I could get back from him.
"Oh, I don't really know. Normally he'll walk in here directly to the counter and ask Dor a question. sometimes I'll hear him asking if anyone new here was working, or who they were going to hire for the position. After he asks his question, Dorothy will just bring him a coffee, and he'll sit there reading. All day, everyday, he's there. He's so mysterious, and he's pretty hot. TBH I'd hit." I laughed at his joke.
Dorothy peered through the window after Pat said that, calling my name to get my attention. "Cassie, could you give the man his coffee for me? I'm going to take a small break."
"O-ok. Can do." I smiled timidly at her, turning on the brewer. Maybe I'll get to see his face and determine how 'hot' he really is, according to Pat.
<Thoughts? I hope it all uploads, it could be this darned new update that I and many other people seem to be displeased about. Thank you for reading this chapter! Who do you guys think the person is? Could it be someone from her past? A murderer? A cheese weilder? Anyways, thanks again, and please feel free to comment. Laterz!
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