Twisted

⛈Part One ⛈

  "Is it wrong for me to just want everything to end?"

  "End?"

  "Yeah, not like, die or whatever, but just stop, stop long enough for me to figure myself out. Long enough for me to stop thinking like this. End."

  "I think you're going insane."

  "Maybe. Or maybe my way of thinking is just— twisted."

  "Look, I don't need this right now, I just wanted a cup of coffee."

  I snapped back to reality as I stand in front of this poor man who got sucked into another one of my monologues. I looked at the coffee kettle in my hand and poured some into his cup, "Right, sorry."

  "You're fine. But if I were you, I'd get some therapy. It's not safe thinking like that," he gave me a tip and left the café. I looked down at my dress and apron. What is going on with me?

  "Skimpy! Get over here!" Boss yelled my nickname. I have no idea why he calls me skimpy, I don't even look pretty enough to be skimpy. I smiled at some customers and strolled over behind the counter.

  "Good morning boss, how was your bowling night?" I asked as I refilled my coffee kettle in the machine. My boss was a terrible man, but I took this job because I knew I deserved it. 'Bowling night' was what he called 'cheating on his wife.'

  "Bowling night? Why you..." He recomposed himself as I smirked at the floor, "Bowling night was great! Thank you for asking. Anyways, were you being sad to the customers again?" 

  "Uh... no sir. I was just, creating small talk and it turned into the sad talk."

  "Well, I've been getting complaints. And I'd hate to fire you."

  "You would only hate to fire me because I don't ever get mad when you pay me half of what my salary is," I mumbled.

  "And that's why I don't hate you, Skimpy. Like the rest of the idiots I have to hire," he glanced at the other employees at the café.

  "Yeah well, I deserve what I get," I finished making the coffee and walked over to some more customers.

  A gust of wind blew through the doors and my dress ruffled straight up revealing my backside. I quickly grabbed the ruffles of my dress and rugged them back to their normal place.

  Everyone laughed and the man who opened the door ran to me, "Oh my Gosh! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asked.

  "I'm fine, thanks," I lied. I really wanted to cry in the bathroom for a few days.

  I turned to see the culprits face. He was much more attractive than I expected. Brown hair and a scruffy beard. It wasn't long and gross, but natural. Is eyes were a chocolate brown and I wanted to melt at the sight of them. But right now, they were wide with embarrassment. I took a step back and tripped over a chair. He smiled at my clumsiness and I ran into the kitchen.

  This cannot be happening. I peeked through the window of the kitchen and he carefully pulled off his jacket and took a seat. My boss looked over at the kitchen door and sighed. He walked over to the boy and took his order. I quietly crept out of the kitchen and listened to what they were saying.

  "Hello and welcome to the Captain's Café. Sorry about the whole thing with Skimpy. She's had a rough morning," Boss greeted. I honestly have never seen him so polite. He almost seemed nervous.

  "No problem, George." The man said. George? I didn't even know Boss had a name! He never told me it. Sure, he taught me how to forge his signature, but it's just a bunch of scribbles.