"You work here?" he asked incredulously, approaching the counter.
I rolled my eyes. "No, Brady. I just get a kick out of wearing the apron." Sometimes it paid to be a sarcastic person. "Now what do you want?"
"Woah, Crowley! What's with the hostility?! Haven't you ever heard that proverb that says, 'the customer is always right'?"
I sneered at him. "Yes, actually, I have. But see, there's a second, less renowned, part to that saying that goes like this: 'Unless the customer is an insensitive jerk with an ego the size of Asia'."
Brady shook his head and tisked at me. "Manners, Andrea," he warned.
My stare hardened and I glared at him, obviously not amused. "Look, Hanson. You will tell me what you want within the next five seconds, or I will get you nothing and you will have to haul your ass up to the next nearest coffee shop to get a drink."
"...Which happens to be across the street. I think I'll manage." He simply never missed a beat, did he?
"By all means, Brady," I said, motioning to the door. "Rid us of your annoyance."
He grinned. "I think I'd rather stay here and piss you off. Medium decaf coffee. You make it regular, and you will die."
I rolled my eyes, picking up a medium coffee cup before turning around. "Yeah. Whatever."
Halfway to the decaf coffee machine, I slowed down and glanced over my shoulder. Brady was staring at me suspiciously, but then again, he didn't know the difference between the machines. I smiled innocently and changed my path, heading for the regular coffee machine.
Unfortunately, Julie was standing there, leaning against the counter. She must have heard Brady's order, because she grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and shoved me in the direction of the decaf machine. Muttering angrily to myself, I moped over and filled the cup. Yeah, well... I hope he burns his tongue.
I sloppily put the lid on, purposely spilling coffee down the sides of the cup and staining the white Styrofoam with streaks of brown. Hah. That'll show him.
Alright. So the coffee streaks did nothing. But I liked to think that I was getting my revenge.
I went over to the opposite counter where people picked up their coffee and set the drink down.
Even though Brady was only a few feet away, (not to mention the only person waiting for their order), I glanced around as if I couldn't see him. "Coffee? Medium decaf coffee for the world's biggest jacka—oof!" Julie elbowed me in the stomach. She shot me a stern look as I doubled over, clutching my gut. "I mean, Brady..." I choked out.
As Brady swung by to pick up his coffee, he pointed in my direction and laughed openly at my pain and suffering. What a cretin.
After taking a few minutes to recuperate from the blow to the stomach, (For a tiny blonde girl, Julie certainly packs a fair punch) I returned to my post at the counter. Leaning over and putting my elbow down on the surface, I idly let my head drop into my palm.
I allowed my gaze to blur out on the orange and brown coffee cup design painted on the wall. I was engrossed in my thoughts. The sound of the bell ringing as someone opened the door barely registered in the back of my mind.
