Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Black Jeans

It was 10 AM, I pulled on a pair of black jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers. I washed my face and looked in the mirror. I pushed my hair to the right, as usual. I grabbed my phone and made my way to the shop. As I walked down the block I felt the warm sun on the top of my head. I sped up to the shop for my usual weekend shifts. I waved at Tom once I arrived. He gave me the usual unamused smirk and nod. I wrapped my apron around me and secured my hair into the cap with the shop's cartoon-ish hot-chocolate mug logo. I sighed to myself. Will someone even show up to grab a hot chocolate in mid-summer weather like this? Impossible. The heat coming from the hot- chocolate machine made me sweat in seconds. I stared at the glass waiting for someone, absolutely anyone. I played a game with myself guessing which girl was Tom's new girlfriend. Every single week he just hits the refresh button and I see a new face walk into the shop, and into the backroom with Tom. Disgusting.

People passed by and my game began. It's the red-head- No he's into blondes. How do I know? Every single girl he's "dated" is blonde. After what seems like a second later, a blonde girl walks into the shop. "Where's Tommyy?" She asked while extending the 'y' sound. I nodded my head towards the back room. It's kind of a long hallway there, but a few seconds later it sounded like she found him. I walked out the front door with the choco-cup samples. Damn. It was hotter outside than standing right next to the machine inside; but it was definitely better than listening to a jungle-mating soundtrack. Why did I have to wear my black jeans- I mean, when am I not wearing black jeans?

People once again passed by in their shorts and tank tops meanwhile I was sweating in my black jeans. I put a smile on my face and straightened my back. There was NO way the boss would catch me slacking. I checked my watch and counted down. "Three, two. one." Two minutes as usual. The doorbell rang and the blonde girl stomped away fuming. "Finally." I breathed while quickly stepping back into the shop. Tom had a smug look on his face while watching me walk to the counter. "Why don't you invite people over? As long as you clean the back room for my turn later, then I'm fine with it." Ew. "First of all, you're disgusting, and second of all; I'm actually trying to keep my job. I've got bills to pay." Tom grunted. "Oh come on Aria, you're so boring." I shrugged. "I'm not boring, I'm just not interested in catching anything."

I walked away before Tom could make any more snarky remarks. While heading towards the small tables by the glass window, I grabbed a spray bottle and a towel and began to wipe down the tables. I glanced up for a second and watched the old man across the street selling ice-cream from a small cart. Now that's a business; not hot-chocolate during the summer. Ugh. I continued to wipe down the tables and I hear the door ring once again. I didn't lookup. This was Tom's turn to actually do something. I hear the person clear their throat. Instead of looking at the obviously-insane-customer who has walked into a hot-chocolate shop mid-summer, I turned straight to the counter. Tom was no longer there. Damn it. I quickly turned my attention to the customer. "Hi, I'm sorry, I thought my co-worker was at the register and ready to attend y-" I'm literally engulfed by this dude's eyes. They aren't green, they aren't blue, but they also aren't brown. What are they? Absolutely beautiful.

  "Don't worry about it, will you take my order or?"

  "Yeah, sure, of course." Chill Aria. Don't push it.

We both walk to the register and I quickly check my reflection in the beloved hot-chocolate machine. A bit sweaty, cheeks are definitely red but it can probably be disguised due to the extremely hot weather and not because in just fell in love with an absolute stranger.

"I'll take a medium hot-chocolate and a glazed donut."

"Okie dokie, name?"

He looked around the empty shop and giggled, "Is that necessary?"

I giggled back and whispered "It's a necessary procedure according to my boss"

He squinted his eyes "Are you sure?"

"Maybe, or maybe I'm just trying to get your name"

We giggled once again and his phone rings, "sorry, one second"

I smile at him and turn to make his hot-chocolate.

"No, I'm not stopping by chipotle Zach, and yes, normal people drink hot chocolate during the summer."

I giggle to myself and place the glazed donut he asked for in a paper bag. I see him hang up the phone and smile nervously.

"That'll be $3.75" I grin while placing his order on the counter. He pays up and says thank you. Before he reaches the door he turns and says, "It's Corbyn by the way."