Oxygen |m.c.|

2

After a long time of thinking, I’ve decided that maybe working at Stella’s Cafe wasn’t such a great idea. Stella’s Café is a small coffee shop fifteen minutes away from my house. Not a lot of people know about it, but from what I’ve smelled, the coffee seems alright.

Anyways, when I walked in at 8:13am, my boss, Mindy, smiled and yelled

“Great, Lancaster’s here! Here take this apron, you have lots of things to learn!”

I should’ve taken that as my queue to leave.

Mindy was a slightly larger girl with deep red hair and cat glasses. I didn’t know what to make of her, but she seemed… perky. She was the manager of Stella’s Café and I knew that she obviously liked her job.

After a few hours, I already knew how to make the coffee, Frappuccino’s and mochas. Mindy looked over at me and smiled. I had turned into her little student and she tried to teach me everything she could. I had done a few orders on with her next to me to help, but she nodded her head.

“Jaye, I think you’re ready to take orders on your own,” She grinned.

I smiled back, less enthusiastic than her, “Okay."

So I went to the register. It seemed larger up close, but being a smaller girl it was probably just that. I took a few orders and seemed to be doing pretty well. Then I guy with blue hair that kinda went all over the place walked in. He took me by surprise, slightly. He had dark eyebrows with a piercing and pale, but still noticeably green eyes. His smile was cute, but he seemed to be a bit… weird, like myself. He had his ears pierced and a rather large (ish) nose. He walked with such swagger (as the teachers at my school would try to say) and I looked down at the floor almost immediately. He stood at the counter, towering over me. I looked up at him and remembered I was at work and he didn’t want to talk to me, he just wanted a drink or something.

“Hi, welcome to Stella’s Café. What can I get you?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t seem too panicked.

“Hi, uh, I’ll have a medium Salted Caramel Frozen Mochaccino,” He replied with an Australian accent.

I nodded, “Okay, coming right up.”

He smiled at me. I noticed him staring. It must’ve been my hair or something, but he had his hair dyed so who knows. I looked at him and he didn’t bother looking away. He just grinned. 

“What name would you like on your drink?” I asked.

It was part of my job to ask.

“Michael. You can add my last name, Clifford, but it doesn’t matter to me,” He replied with his unmoving smile.

I couldn’t help but smile back. He leaned on the counter and didn’t move.

“So what’re you doing after this,” He said, taking a look at my nametag, “Jaye?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, confused by his words.

“I asked what you were doing after this,” he replied, clarifying his words.

I laughed slightly, “It’s gonna take a bit more than that to get me, Michael.”

He grinned, “I like a chase.”

I handed him his drink, “Here you go; one medium Salted Caramel Frozen Mochaccino.”

“Thanks,” He grinned.

“Have a nice day,” I added, quietly.

“I will,” He replied, quietly.

I smiled as he went to go sit down at a table with his drink. He sat there for a while finishing off his drink, then he came back to the counter.