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02; starbucks✔️

Starbucks
Imagine 2:
Y/n pov

Another day making lattes and frappes. Another day adding more sugar, and even more almond milk. Another day at the most basic job someone could have, Starbucks.

Most people say it's easy working here, all you have to do is make coffee. Well, you shouldn't say anything until you actually worked at a Starbucks. Sure, it could be easy but today was one that showed it's not always easy.

When I first got here my boss, a girl that looks somewhat like Kendall Jenner, yelled at me for being a minute late. One minute! Next, I was making some guys' coffee and I split it all over me. To make it better, it wasn't iced or blended either, it was hot. Ugh, could this day get any better?

I still have about two hours left, though I hoped I could leave early so I can get some time to study. But with a wannabe Kendall Jenner, that wasn't possible. Apparently there's a lot more to do here, whatever.

As time passes less people come and go, thankfully. I'm too tired to make anymore, but of course there were college students coming in to get free wifi so they can write an essay. I don't mind though, I understand, especially since I am a college student. A sophomore in college, to be precise. College and working at Starbucks isn't the easiest to do, but I make it work. How else am I supposed to pay for groceries, gas, and rent?

Each time a paying customer walks in, the door rings and ignites my oncoming headache further; however, as the day settles and the sun shines quieter, each minute goes by quicker, and I'm almost ready to leave.

As I was about to leave the café, the ringing bell clings loudly. I barely take a look at said customer before heading back to the counter. A flair of dark annoyance rises in the back of my mind, but I push it away with enough force for it to leave my mind.

"Good day to you," the deep, raspy voice says. Their tone was dark, bedded with hunger and seduction. My hand pauses on the register, the sound becoming a spark that rises and lowers all over my body. Goosebumps fill my exhausted body, so much so that my tiredness disintegrates fully.

"Hello," I smile confidently, but a tremble resumes on my hand. "What can I get you today?"

The boy smiles, his eyes feeding over my body, as if he can sense the slight tremble I carry. A bright smirk burns bright in my face, and a crumble of my professionalism fades into the distance. "I've never been to Starbucks, any recommendations?" I continuously smile, despite wondering how and why the customer has never drank a Starbucks beverage.

"Preferences help, so hot or cold?" I ask, looking into his blue eyes that almost dim into a rich ocean color.

"Um, cold?" he thinks aloud, a curious look crossing his frowning eyes. With his eyebrows scrunched and his nose curled, the guy looks younger and more naive.

I wait for a second, before replying, "Okay. Erm, well, my favorite cold drinks are the refreshers."

The confused look leaves his face and leave a print of amusement and happiness. He beams as he speaks joyfully, "Okay, I'll take a medium, please."

"Okay, great. What flavor would you like?"

"Strawberry," he quickly replies.

"Okay, perfect. Anything else?"

"Erm, yes. . ." he smirks, "Your number." I roll
my eyes, but a heat coils my face and proves my attraction. I smile, removing my eyes from his before nodding quietly.

"Uh- sure, I'll write it down," I say nervously, stammering over each vowel.

"No, it's okay, love, just put it in my phone." The boy smiles, a hint of seduction fluttering his eyes. His tooth gap is shown and I shiver again, as if tooth gaps are my new turn on.

"Okay, a strawberry refresher coming right up." Then Kate, my frivolous boss, comes in and sees the boy. She immediately starts to flirt, I'm not surprised she does it with every boy. But I can't help to feel a little jealous; though, I can tell he's obviously uncomfortable.

"Name?" I ask interrupting Kate trying to say some lame joke she says to every cute boy that walks in and out of here, and each not falls madly in love with the punchline. It works, I suppose.

"Oh it's Daniel. Daniel Seavey," he says confidently.

"Alrighty, Daniel here is your strawberry refresher," I hand him it. He grabs a straw and walks to the door. But before he leaves he turns around, back to me, and whispers.

"I'll call you tomorrow," he winks, and with that, he walks out, leaving me astonished.

"Ugh, you don't deserve him," Kate says, clearly annoyed with me. I just smirk and say my shift is over. I walk out and to my shared apartment.

What a day.

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edited: 3/30/22
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