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Part 4:Caramel

In the few weeks I've worked here, I came to a realization that no one in this shop cares about people like us; the people who were 'Marked' by society because of mistakes we made in our lives. Nobody recognizes me, or at least not to my knowledge. They are so absorbed in their own lives to care about who I am. Either they don't catch up on what's happening in this world, or they really do not have a care for those things.

I've thought about it, and I think only the people who don't know or don't care about the 'Marked' come to this coffee shop often. I see almost the same people most of the time. They come so often that Lavender, Bex, and the rest know their orders by heart. Maybe here and there they might change their order, but it's mostly the same. I'm still new, so I need them to remind me.

"Stop dozing off, Myers. A customer just came in." Bex interrupts my thoughts and points to the entrance. I look to see Amber smiling widely at me. She comes up to the counter and leans on it.

"One Mocha Frappuccino, pretty boy." She smirks and waves a ten-dollar bill in my face. I roll my eyes and turn to the coffee machine.

"One Mocha Frappuccino coming right up, miss." I quickly make the drink and hand it to her. She drops the money in my hand and takes a sip from her cup. I give her the change, and she pockets it but doesn't leave. "What?" I ask her, wondering why she's not leaving.

"I'm trying to enjoy my drink here," she replies.

"Well, can you sit down at a table? You're kind of blocking the counter for other customers," I remark.

"Can I borrow him for a sec?" she asks Bex.

"Sure. There's not much to do right now," Bex answers nonchalantly.

"Thanks." Amber drags me to a table and sits me down.

"What do you want, weirdo?" I ask her.

"Resorting to name-calling now, are we? You butt." She narrows her eyes at me.

I scoff. "So you can do it, but I can't?"

"I'm older than you, Jason," she voices.

"Yeah, by two years, but you still act immature," I point out.

"Whatever." She makes a 'W' with her fingers.

"Seriously though. What do you want?" I ask. "I don't think Lavender will like it if I'm talking to you while I'm on the job."

"Just wanted to know how you're doing here," she answers. "You look fine."

"That's because I am," I comment.

"You're still a rookie though so pay keen attention on this job," she remarks.

"I will. Thanks for the advice, Amber," I say with a sarcastic tone.

"Anyways, I'll leave you to it. See you later. Keep up the good work." She stands up and leaves. I return to my post behind the counter. Parker comes up to me for the first time.

"Hey. Was that chic your girlfriend?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"She's my friend," I reply.

"Oh, she's your 'FWB'?" he asks with a slight smile.

"What? My what?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Friends with benefits. You know? Like the 'schloop' then bounce." He makes a circle with one hand and sticks his finger into it.

"Oh my- Wha- Oh god! No! No way! Ew!" I make up a face of disgust. "She's just a regular friend, Parker!"

"Oh, okay. Well, can I get her digits?" he asks.