home to mama // justin bieber

/ manners /

here's the first chapter already because i didn't wanna leave this book tonight without some more depth! and i just really enjoy writing it, lol.

the chapters will get longer, i promise! i just wanna know people are reading it first before i spend ages on a chapter :)

hope you like this!

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"Dayna. Dayna! earth to Dayna?"

I jumped suddenly, the soft voice of my coworker only just managing to penetrate the bubble of boredom around me.

I was currently stood against the counter, trying to spell my name out with coffee beans. thunder rumbled like God was severely pissed off above me and rain lashed against the windows like it was intent on getting into the small cafe.

not only that, but the only customers we currently had at 7:34pm on a dark November night were definitely not under the age of 50. I literally had nothing to do.

hence, the spelling of my name in coffee beans.

I was up to the letter 'n' when I felt Sophia tapping my arm.

"sorry! sorry, I'll clean up." I sighed apologetically, beginning to scoop the beans back into my palm.

"no I don't care about that. do whatever you want with the coffee, I guess..." Sophia trailed off, eyeing the cluster in front of me in confusion, and I flushed slightly. god, I was just bored, okay?

"I came to tell you that the guy you always drool over just walked in. i figured you'd want to serve him?" she winked at me, a cool smirk gracing her lips.

"I do not drool!" I gasped indignantly. forget flushing 'slightly', I was full on siren red by now. wonderful. "I just... I'm interested to know what he writes in his book, that's all. he looks intelligent." I stuttered awkwardly.

"intelligent. you think he looks intelligent." Sophia dead-panned. "you sure you don't just wanna rip his clothes off?"

"oh my god, you're the worst," I groaned, letting my head fall into my hands.

with a laugh and a toss of her brunette hair, Sophia disappeared off into the back kitchen, leaving me staring at the boy.

indeed, there he was, hunched over his little, worn out notebook already, his head bowed so his hair flopped into his eyes. sometimes when he was working really hard, his nose would scrunch up in confusion and I'd literally nearly die.

god, I really was a stalker.

sighing and steeling my nerves, I fixed my little red apron and grabbed the notebook I used to write down orders.

his notebook was probably a lot more interesting, though....

Jesus, Dayna, shut up.

as I neared him, the faint smell of spicy cologne floated around. the pen in his hand didn't stop moving, even as I stood there by the table.

"erm, excuse me?" I tried after a couple of seconds of silence. his head shot up suddenly, his eyes wide.

"sorry! didn't see you stood there." he said apologetically and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.

"no problem. what can I get you?" I grinned, poising my pen over the paper.

"just a coffee, black." he replied distractedly, his gaze already back to his writing. I nodded, not bothering to write that down. I may have been slightly ditzy when it came to this guy but I could remember a simple order, he didn't affect me that much!

"coming right up." I murmured. walking away, I felt slightly disappointed over our interaction. usually I could get a smile out of him, a gorgeous smile that made my insides melt, but today he seemed.... stressed, almost.

what could be going on with him? I wondered as I grabbed a clean cup and set it on the counter. I mean, he was usually busy, always writing away, but his eyes never looked... sad, I guess. yeah, he looked sad. poor guy. now I was even more intrigued as to what he'd written down, eyebrows furrowed and hand moving furiously.

I'd been so deep in thought about him that I didn't even realise his coffee was ready until I held it in my hand, surprised i'd managed to make it on autopilot - not that making black coffee was particularly challenging.

"here you go!" I set the cup down in front of him and he glanced up and stared at it for a second.

"there's milk in that." he dead-panned.

"what?"

"milk. in my coffee, there's milk."

"oh... my bad."

"yeah."

an awkward silence followed.

"so, can you change it? damn." he rolled his eyes and I was taken aback.

"oh! right! I'll be sure to do that just as soon as you use some manners." I quipped. I mean, it wasn't hard to throw in a please, was it?

"are you kidding me? I'm so not in the mood for this." he rubbed a large hand over his face, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms.

"yeah, I can tell. but we like to keep things happy here at Lilah's Cafe, so... I'm gonna need to hear that 'please'." I mimicked him, crossing my own arms over my chest. he stared at me for a couple seconds, and just as soon as yet another blush started to dust my pale cheeks at the eye contact, he huffed in annoyance.

"can you get me another coffee, please?" he asked, putting emphasis on the 'please'.

"I'd be happy to." I grinned, grabbing the cup and turning around again. as I was flouncing away, I could have sworn I heard a little laugh come from him, and a small smile crept onto my face.

one point to me.

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