Her Macadam Roads

Chapter 1

I could feel the steady throb in my heart increasing by the minute. It was suddenly a 100 degrees,and it was as though I was entrapped to fend for myself in a boiler. It was either that or all of my cheeks heating up all at once.LITERALLY.

"OH MY...FU&*^$ LORD!", I shrieked as I saw him queuing up with his lady friend.His big brown eyes twinkled at me like they did before.The flab on his neck seemed more weary than the past,with rings of wrinkles adjoining and colliding.He had definitely aged.

I wanted to be over with my shift as soon as I could.Not because it was tiring to operate whizzing machines which sprout out a whiff of white smoke once in a while,or of the continuous hand-whisking to create frothy foams,or of the creativity which disappeared when hand-crafting latte arts.But,because I did not want to serve him and his overly-attached lady friend.

I glanced at the school clock at the left wall several times impatiently waiting for the hour hand to reach 6 o'clock.

'Just 5 more minutes to go,' I sighed to myself when I had calculated via my arithmetic skills,that I could skip them if I slowly served the upcoming customers.

Her eyes instantly caught my leisurely work ethic,and she shouted from across the other counter,"Pick the pace up Macadamia nuts."

"On it!",I shouted back convincingly.

I knew she was noticing my every move,yet she decided to not call me out.She knew I wasn't really a slack-off-lazy-ass worker; or a 'I-hate-my-job-so-Imma-be-rude' type of a worker either.She was always this graceful towards all the other employees as well.Maybe that's why the cafe was named after her,'Grace'.

'Is she ever gonna serve us?' ,the low burble of the all the customers grabbed the attention of my peculiarly small ears.I realized I had taken a little over fifteen minutes to prepare a 'Cinnamon Dolce Latte' for this blonde-chick.

"Basic order," I thought to myself,"As basic as me."

In a panic,I hurriedly started to complete all the orders.I was like 'The Flash',or more so the 'Barry Allen' of the cafe; not a fast runner or a fast-anything,but a 'FLASH Barista'.I chuckled to myself when I thought of the name.

The line subtracted,and grew smaller.After rapidly going through so many orders of frustrated customers I finally took notice of the queue.They were behind the man I was currently serving.I felt all the heat rise up in all my cheeks again.

They both stepped infront of the counter,whilst I almost shouted,"BLOODY MURDER," at them.

How could I not? He bit me the previous time we had an encounter.I had resisted,yet he did it anyways.

"Arinn,I am so sorry for what he has done to you,' the lady spoke as if offering her deepest condolences.I also offered my deepest condolences to the place where he had bit me,despite my resistance,objection and hesitancy of it.

He flashed his sparkling eyes at me again,those same eyes which rejected the plea of 'stop'.His mouth was drooling with thick,gooey slimy saliva,while both of his ears tipped upwards like softly-edged pointed Doritos.I instantly felt the lumps of tomatoes positioned inside my cheeks.

I recalled in my mind on how it felt when he bit me: swiftly furious,red and bleeding.He had given me the worst bite of my life,that too in the single most delicate bounce house.My ass.This motherfucker had given me rabies.Or as my boss jokingly teased,'Rabbed.'

All the workers had a field-day of laughter when it happened.Since then,I decided that this short,roly-poly boy wasn't a normal bulldog to me,he was technically a bullshit.