Chaos

One

Chaos Richards

"This place is a shit hole, and I shouldn't even be here! I deserve to be married to a rich man ordering you about, not serving coffee to some stick up their arse hobos!" Ella screeched, stomping her foot dramatically.

Never had I wanted to kill myself more than I did currently, anything to save my earbuds. This woman really needed to tone it down, all she needed to do was hand in a resignation letter, not assault my poor ears, but no, she insisted on the dramatic alternate. She wasn't even that good of a waitress to even consider offering a raise to attempt to keep her.

"Can you please just calm down?" I took a deep breath and softly flattened my palms on the table.

"No! I don't even get paid well here! Let alone meet any cute guys! The only people that come here are old people and families!" She continued to pace in my office, scrunching up her face.

"Ella, please calm down, if you would like to resign, just resign" I spoke in a business manner, cause I'm an adult... doing adulting.

"Damn right I want to resign! I quit, I quit!" She screamed and stormed out of the room, pulling her apron off on the way.

God, the headaches she's given me the whole time she's worked here.

I stood up, since she's quit, I have to work in her position until I can hire someone new, goody goody.

Tying my black hair up, I frowned as I looked at the brown apron that I would have to put on, I really shouldn't have worn white today. The white blouse, grey suit pants and white heels were not well suited to this job, at all. But you make do with what you have when you work this type of job.

Now standing at the cash register, I heard Ella stomping around in the back, gathering her stuff together and getting ready to leave this place once and for all. Thank the Lord for that.

As soon as she stepped out, her scowling face could be seen, causing Adam, another worker to roll his eyes, I would too, but that would be unprofessional, and I'm anything if not professional.

The bell above the door made its pretentious little noise as the door was swung open. Considering there were currently no customers in store, and we're all nosy shits, everyone snapped their gaze to the person who walked in, and I groaned. What the hell was he doing here?

Ella audibly gasped and my head swiveled her way, her eyes were wide in surprise, hand brought up to cover her mouth as she stared at the specimen who just walked in, a sultry smile making it's way onto her face as she fluttered her eyelashes.

Half of the fake eyelash on her right lid was unstuck, sticking out straight and disjointed from her natural ones. But she didn't notice - too focused on the customer.

If only she was that focused on every customer.

"How may I help you today?" Ella sauntered towards the man, pathetically blinking furiously like there was something in it.

"I am here to take someone out," the man smirked, and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Well, I'm free for the rest of the day?" She winked suggestively, oh, get over yourself, I wanted to laugh at her, but that's, yet again, unprofessional.

"Good for you." He winked at her and walked towards the register, towards me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I playfully scowled, scrunching my nose as if he stunk.

As if.

"Is that how you talk to your customers?" He pouted, pulling his puppy eyes on me.

Luckily for me, I've had ages to become immune to it, "If you're not going to order something, please leave," I tapped my fingers on the bench, "as you can see, we're very busy here." I gestured to the empty cafe with a flourish.