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7 AM isn’t a time any college student wants to be up. Classes or not, you’d much rather sleep in than go to work or take a big exam.
Connor Murphy felt this every day of his life. He only had afternoon classes, really, and it honestly pained him to have to wake up so damn early to get money. It was a coffee shop, but couldn’t they open up a tad bit later? It’s not like anyone would notice, either. The place sucked.
Connor unlocked the door to the smallest coffee shop you’ll probably ever see and went inside. The little bell on the door that usually indicated customers coming in rung almost cheerfully. Connor began to turn on his cash register, as well as more of the coffee machines that the other employees had missed.
Then, he waited.
It was about fifteen minutes of just waiting until the morning’s first customer walked in, looking just as miserable as Connor did. Connor honestly didn’t blame the guy.
The guy walked up to Connor’s cash register, ready to order. He looked determined not to mess up, really, like it had happened in the past several times.
“Hey, uh, is it alright if I just get a medium black coffee?” He asked, looking at Connor with furrowed eyebrows as if he were trying to be cool. Connor actually smiled the smallest bit and nodded.
“One medium black coffee coming right up.” He nodded, making in a jiffy. That was until he went to take the man’s money and knocked the cup over. It spilled everywhere, and instantly Connor hated himself.
“Here, I’ll make another. Terribly, terribly sorry.” Connor stuttered out.
“You know what? No need, we can just talk. I’m Jared.” Jared held out his hand across the counter and avoided the steaming coffee.
Connor awkwardly went to shake it. “I’m, uh, Connor. But it’s on my name tag, so…” Connor chuckled quietly. He gave Jared a nice smile before going to clean up the coffee.
“Well, I’m not one for reading name tags, actually. It kinda ruins the fun if you want to know them. And in my case, I want to know you.” Jared grinned hugely, a small tooth gap showing through. Connor got a glance of his smile and smiled even more, putting the wet rags he used to clean up the mess in the bin they went in.
“Well, that’s actually a first. I’m pretty clumsy, and whenever people come in and I somehow mess up their order, they get angry and leave. I’m surprised I haven’t been fired yet.” Connor laughed.
“Well, maybe because you’re so nice about it. Kindness is a good thing to have.” Jared said, acting like it was fact.
“Well, thanks. I wasn’t always this ‘nice’.” He made air-quotes when he said nice and chuckled.
“I don’t believe it,” Jared leaned over the counter and grinned right at Connor. He pushed his glasses up a little.
“Well, you should. Wanna know something? I threw a printer at a teacher in third grade. If that doesn’t scream, ‘not nice,’ then I don’t know what does.” Connor laughed some more. He glanced at Jared, who was laughing along. And wow, was Jared’s laugh cute. Of course, Connor would never admit that to Jared’s face, but hey.
“A printer? How strong were you?” Jared said as he laughed, a quiet snort coming from him.
“Not too strong. It’s not like I threw it thirty feet. It only got about a foot. And then it broke.” Connor said honestly.
“Damn, look at Connor the third-grade macho man.” Jared joked, his fun side coming out. Connor nodded.
“Definitely. I was just the most handsome person ever in third grade. I had the biggest muscles ever.” Connor said sarcastically, smiling sheepishly. Wow, were they both dorks.
Jared looked down at his phone for the time, frowning. “Dammit, I have classes. I have to go.” He sighed.
“We could, like, get each other’s phone numbers, if you want. You’re fun, and I don’t want to lose touch.” Connor admitted.
“Nah, I’ll be here every day. Who needs phones?” Jared answered, walking away with a large smile on his face.
“Apparently everyone, weirdo,” Connor answered as Jared exited the coffee shop. Connor watched as Jared turned the corner and went out of sight.
Wow, was Jared a dork. At least Connor loved it, though.
