Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 23

Your P.O.V.

This.

Fucking.

Kid.

I stood at the register of the cafe, my best "sweet barista" smile on my face. The pack of highschool boys surrounding their ringleader as I was taking his 'order'. It was just starting to snow outside, the first snow of the year. What I wouldn't give to be sitting at home in the biggest hoodie I own right now.

"Hey hey, you've got a lovely smile." His eyes were not looking anywhere near my face. 

I. Want. My. Hoodie.

"Thank you sir, what can I get for you?" The lemurs we're jumping around and encouraging the kid while he tried to give me a look that I think was supposed to be seductive, but he just ended up looking like a five-year-old. They all had seemingly expensive looking jackets on.

"How about a nice hot steaming cup of you." (Y/n) it's fiiiiine, you've dealt with worse before, just get to the end of your shift, plus you've also heard better pick-ups.

"I'm sorry sir, but can you please order something from the menu." I could feel my smile faltering but kept it up, just get this damn kid away from the shop. My shift was over in about ten minutes, then I could go home and plop my self on the nearest vaguely soft surface and sleep.

"Alright then, but only if you make it special." He winked. I'm not getting payed enough for this, honestly, and I don't think I ever will be.

"What will you be having sir?"

"A large Carmel Macchiato, it's sweet just like you." Another wink from him, a stressed beaming smile from me, and the clack of the register keys.

"That will be $3.85, would you like your receipt?" My hand hovered over the machine while I waited for his answer. 

"Only if it's got your number on it sweet cheeks!" Another fucking wink and his eyes shifted down to my, well let's not talk about that. He handed me the money and deliberately touched my hand for a lot longer than necessary. When I looked down there was also a slip of paper with a number on it.

"So a no then, I'll get right on that for you." My smile grew even wider and I completed the transaction, still dying inside. I made a very visible show of leaving the paper on the counter.

"Yo, (y/n) are you alright?" My co-worker walked behind the counter after cleaning tables, he eyed the five teens suspiciously.

"I'm fine, thanks, just need to get this drink then I hope I don't get any more orders before my shift ends." I began frothing the milk. The boy was still watching me from over the counter, but I saw he visibly preked up when I told my co-worker about going off shift soon. I finished up the drink and walked over to the counter.

"Here you are sir. Please come again." I handed the drink over, and he took hold of it.

And my hand. He stuffed the paper into it again.

"See you after your shift sweetheart." And yet another sickening wink, and he let me go and went with his buddies to the outdoor area.

God kill me. I threw the paper into the nearest bin.

Just then the bell over the door jingled, signaling that someone had entered the store. I looked up and strode over to the register as a young woman and a small boy who appeared to be her son came up to the register. Both were bundled up for the cold.

"What can I do for you ma'am?" She smiled and gently nudged her son, who was holding a five dollar bill.

"Go ahead and tell the nice lady what you want."