Mr. Prince Perfect

(2) Coffee Stains

It was practically everyday, I liked to spend my free time at the cafe .It was like my second home. Today, along with Ally was my shift at the cafe, after school.

I didn't mind though. I liked to see old customers with happy faces. And I loved the smell of fresh coffee. I even smiled when I saw a person or two reading a book. More so, a romantic genre book.

"Emma, please take the cashier register. I gotta pick up my little girl, Holly from school" my boss, Mr. Lee said.

"Sure, Mr. Lee" I responded with a smile. Taking my waist apron off and walking under the counter and behind the register.

Mr. Lee was a kind man. Almost like a father to me. I mean I had a father, but not as close as Mr. Lee. I never got to see my father, since I was three. He left because he just couldn't deal wasting his money on me and my older brother. At least, that's what mom says. So, it's just my mom, Robert (my brother), and me, living under one roof, supporting eachother.

And when Holly was around the cafe shop, I felt like I was her older sister, who needed to take care of her when Mr. Lee wasn't around.

I looked around the green painted walls and brown puffy booths. I watched as Ally, walked around with a full coffee pot, filling customers mugs and placing dishes in front of customers. I couldn't help but smile at how hard Ally was working.

The only reason we did this job was because it was a way we could stay together after school. A way of earning money, which was directed towards me mostly. Since Ally was practically rich with a father who was a lawyer. And a way, which I quote, 'Emma you could find your future boyfriend. Meanwhile I can make new male friends'. Which in her language meant: 'Emma you NEED a boyfriend! And I need to start going on more dates'. But, none the less, Ally and I were friends since the sixth grade. We stuck together through everything, thick and thin.

I heard the bell above the green wooden door ring. 'A customer!' I thought excitedly.

In came a woman with blonde locks and a little baby girl, in her arms. About two years old?

"What would you like here, at Lee's Cafe?" I ask the lady, nicely.

"Hi. Could I have 2 cappuccinos" she said with a smile.

"To stay or to go?"

"To go"

"Sure, coming right up" I smiled.

I went to the coffee machines right behind me. Pressing on some buttons as I placed coffee paper cups under.

I smiled thinking the first time I worked here. It was at the beginning of high school. I was practically, fighting with the coffee maker to make specific kinds of coffee. Until, I learned after a few weeks from Mr. Lee's assistance. Or I got help from Ally, who got the hang of things faster than I did. But, the only reason why Mr. Lee allowed me here was because when I got the hang of things, I made really nice designs in the drink with foam or cream. And that was something, Mr. Lee thought would attract more customers.