Never Let Go// Prinxiety

Chapter 5: Decaf Latte With Extra Foam

TW: cursing (does that really count?)

Melony's POV:

After school, I headed to my part time job at the local coffee shop, "The Spoon."

I arrived around 5:00pm.

It was one of the newer more modern looking shops in the area, so it definitely stood out on the street.

It had a black sign on it with the word Spoon in white letters and a cursive/penmanship looking font. The outside walls were made of brick and the bottom three feet were hardwood. There were clear doors with black outlining, and a sign saying "welcome" in the front, accompanied by 2 large windows.

Inside, the walls were made of cobblestone and there were lights hanging from the ceiling. There were glass tables with metal under each glass slab to form beautiful black floral designs. The chairs all had cushions on the seat, and the backs of the chairs all match the bottoms of the tables. There was a small stage on the back because every night from 5:30pm- 9:30pm, people would come and sing their original songs or recite poetry. I was lucky enough to push my schedule around so that my hours were all there to see the performances.

I grabbed my apron from the hook in the break room and headed to my position. I would usually make the coffee after they ordered, but occasionally I would get to bake.

When I got out to the brewing machines I was greeted with a friendly face. Valerie!

She smiled at me excitedly and waved for me to come over. She is so sweet to me and I can't thank her enough for all that she's done for me. She's a few years older than me and she helps me out in situations where I'm not supposed to go back to the house, due to a warning by Virgil or something that happened with my dad and his "friends."

"We already got customers coming in to see the decaf show!" She said excitedly. We call it the decaf show because everyone always gets the same order around this time, decaf latte with extra foam.

"Who's doing what tonight?" I asked, hoping it would be something good tonight. Usually everyone does something pretty good, like a handwritten poem or a cover of a song, but some of them really just sucker punch your heart, giving you goosebumps. The lyrics they preform will just speak to you.

"I'm not sure, but people are seemingly exited! Maybe it's something great!" She said with an optimistic tone. "Hopefully. Classes started today and I had a LOT of things to do today and I need something to calm my nerves." She giggled "yea that sounds like you. "We're getting a lot of customers today so we should get to work or the boss will yell at us." I snickered, "more like kick us with his Barbie heels!" We both laughed. Our boss was actually really nice, we're both pretty good friends with him too, we just make fun of him cause he always dresses in badass clothing like leather jackets and ripped black jeans, and he drive a sick Black Harley, but he insists on wearing these obnoxious 8 inch hot pink heels, and we like to call them, "Barbie heels." (Though in all honesty, we're just mad that he pulls them off better than we do)

By the time it was 6:00pm, we already had made 27 decaf lattes, and had orders for about 14 more. An old lady was visiting town apparently, and was reciting beautiful poetry about hiding in the shadows and being afraid of the light parts of life, cause you're afraid that it'll get your hopes up.

My boss walked out of the break room cause he heard from one of the other employees that this lady's poetry was, and I quote, "the shit."

"Hi Remy." I whispered to him, doing my best not to disturb the beautiful lyrics. I held a finder up to my lip, silently shushing him cause his heels were clicking on the floor.

"Hey babes!" He kinda whisper shouted in his sassy flamboyant voice. "I've been meaning to come out and see this, people keep telling me she's got some talent!" I nodded to him. The coffee house was packed at this point, and Valerie was off making more decaf lattes.

We watched for about 3 and a half more hours of the poetry. Me and Valerie's hours finish at 6:50, so she went home and I stayed for the show. We usually close around 9:40pm, cause it's right after the performances, and it gives us about 10 minutes to get a head start on cleaning.

At this point, everyone was pretty much gone or about to be gone, and I was wiping up tables while Remy leaned in the door frame to the kitchen.

Once everyone was gone except for me and Remy, things settled down and it got quiet. "So I've been meaning to ask you-" Remy started a sentence, "how far do you have to walk to get here? I mean, you don't really have transportation and I just wanted to know if you live in the neighborhood?" He asked, and I was confuse as to why. "Well, I come here from my school, which is about a mile away, but my house is about 9 miles from here." I said hesitantly. "Why?" "Well I noticed that you don't really have a car, or a bike even, and I know you get your drivers license this year" I didn't know where this was going anymore. "I've been thinking of getting rid of my motorcycle, and I was wondering if you wanted it. I don't want to sell it, and I really can't think of anyone who doesn't have a type of transportation thing, so if you want it, I'll give it to you once you pass your drivers test." I was so surprised I choked on my drink and fell of the table I was sitting on. I looked up at Remy "what?!?!" I said, still in shock. he chuckled. "Child! I'm giving you a motorcycle" he said while clapping on each syllable. He could tell I didn't believe him and I think he was trying to get it through my head. "Why?" I asked him, pulling myself up off the ground. "I'm getting a new one, and I don't wanna waist his one when its perfectly fine." He said it like it was no big deal. "If its fine then why do you want a new one?" I asked him, genuinely confused. "I gotta friend who makes them, and he's gonna give me a hot pink on to match my heels!" We both started laughing. "Besides, black is more of a you thing that it is for me." He said, slowing down out laughter. "Wait, you were being serious?" I looked up at him. "Well yea sure! If you wa-" before he could finish his sentence I squeezed him in a hug. "Thank you" I said, barely audible, mainly cause I was still in shock. He hugged me and rubbed my back to try and calm me down, cause I was worked up on caffeine and happiness. "Don't worry babes. I gotcha back."

Oof Okay, hi btw. School hit me with a brick and I haven't been writing cause of my bad mental state, and general habbit to procrastinate, even in fun situations. Sorry for the wait to the few people who will be reading this!

Also remember that last line cause it's gonna be important later on in the story. K? K.

-Lou