What if I was nothing (Tommy Conlon fanfiction)

Part 2

"Hey, coffee, black," it was the next morning and Tommy was back again. As Mary said yesterday, he just had a cup of coffee, he sat quietly for few minutes and left.
There was something sad in his eyes. Maybe he is lonely, maybe he would like to talk with somebody, he just don't know how. Oh no, that's stupid, he is an adult man. I should stop overthinking, we all have routines, rituals that we do everyday and there is nothing mysterious behind it, so I don't know why am I trying to find something weird, when somebody comes, has a coffee and leaves. If I should think about orders and behaviour of every single guest we have here everyday, my brain would explode.
So, no, nothing weird and I should focus on anatomy and stop thinking about not important things.

"Hmmm, that's weird" Mary said a week later after I poured Tommy's coffee.
'Damn it Mary,' I thought and rolled my eyes.
"What is weird?" I turned at her and smiled.
"He is," she pointed at Tommy, " he usually comes for five days, a week, but never longer."
"Well, maybe he has a job in a city now," I tried to act like I don't care. But I was back at my unstopable train of thoughts. Thank God I had to go to school, so I had to be focused about things, that don't allow my brain to fly in a dreamland.

I came back to work in the evening, Mary was just leaving.
"There is just the old couple in the back, they already have their orders and Gary is asking, if you could clean the coffee machines, because one of it makes weird sounds, like it is plugged or something."
"He couldn't have done it, when he was here, hmm?" I sighed and Mary gave me a sympathetic smile. Don't get me wrong, I like our boss, he allows me to have unregular shifts, because of the school, but sometimes he comes with demands and things, that he could do himself, but he rather lets us to do it.
So, night party with a stupid coffee machine it is.
Last two guests left, boys from kitchen went home and I was left alone at a dinner. That's a great way how to spend a Friday night. So, I put a music on and started to clean a machine. The ugly smell coming from a filter made me wonder, how could anybody drink a coffe from it.
I hummed a song, that just started, I could not ever deny my love for 70's and 80's hard rock. As I moved in knees and nodded my head to the beat, my long red hair fell to my face. I didn't realise, that I have hands dirty from a coffee machine, I put my hair behind my ear and every single coffee ground I had on my hands got stucked in my hair. The funniest thing? I had no idea, what I just did. Plus away was my good mood, not even Deep Purple playing my favourite song, couldn't stop me from getting so freaking angry with that cursed machine, that I wasn't able to put back together. And two more to go, yay for me.
I stood there, messy hair full of coffee and cursed like an old miner.

Suddenly I heard the door opened and the door bells started to jingle. Damn it, I forgot to lock the door again.
"Hey, sorry, we are clos-," I turned and shut up immediately.
It was Tommy. Standing in a black hoodie, cap on his head and gloves on hands.
What the hell? I thought for a second, when he took few steps my direction.