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Jason laughs bitterly. “And what about the three broken plates, the three angry customers who were given cow’s milk when they are lactose intolerant, and the poor panini grill he murdered with a peanut butter jelly?”
My eyes widen. “He did all that?”
“Yes.” Jason nods his head vigorously. His eyes are so wide, I swear they are about to bug out of his sockets. “In this shift alone.”
I chuckle awkwardly. “Well, at least he didn’t light anything on fire.”
Jason closes the distance between us, towering over me with a blood thirsty look in his eye. “Give it time, Rachel,” he says menacingly. “Just give it time.”
I sigh while turning on my heel and grabbing my card to clock in. Jason really is a good guy, way better than that Joe guy who got me fired from the sports store. He’s patient, kind, and fair with the breaks, but I think he’s met his match in Lucas.
And poor Lucas.
The guy really is trying his best to make a living on his own. I think this is the first time he’s ever worked in his entire life. Everything has been given to him on a golden plate. The change must be really hard on him.
I tie my apron around my waist and make my way behind the counter, smiling when I see Charlie next in line. She’s dressed in a high-waisted leather skirt and a black crop top. Her hair is a bit longer than she used to keep it and curled. Not one stray hair is out of place.
“Girl,” she says while holding up her empty hand, her long sparkling nails glimmering in the light. “I asked for a large Soy Chai Latte like thirty minutes ago.”
I wince. “Sorry about that.” I stride towards the refrigerator, grabbing the soy milk and measuring it in the cup.
She bats a hand at me. “No problem. I know you just got in. And I know your boy is kinda suffering.” I wrinkle my nose in distaste which earns a giggle in reply. “Is this his first gig in the food industry?”
“More like his first gig ever. I don’t think he’s ever had to do much of anything.”
“Lucky bastard,” Charlie says with a sly smile. She leans on the counter, propping her elbows while batting her eyelashes up at me. “And how was your day, Precious? Learn anything new?”
I scoff. “The morning is kinda fuzzy. I have no clue what we are doing in Photography 211.”
Charlie rolls her eyes. “You and me both. Professor Whats-His-Face kept droning on and on and on. I’m sure it’s somewhere in the syllabus.”
I shove the soy milk under the nozzle and press the large red button, wincing when the milk gurgles, making my ears twitch in irritation. The sound is done in thirty seconds, and I dump the contents into a mug. I frown when I find a mug sitting next to the syrups, filled with way too much of something. Curious, I bring the cup to my nose and my frown deepens when I realize it’s chai syrup.
Not to name any names, but I have a feeling I know exactly the person who left the syrup filled mug out on the counter. I sigh and put it into the sink before grabbing the syrup and finishing Charlie’s drink.
“Do you mind if I take a picture of this?” I ask while reaching for my phone in my bag. “I’m in charge of the Nstagram account.”
“Oh, really?” Charlie asks while resting her hands on her hips. “I thought their social media was looking a bit baller this year.”
I flutter my lashes and press a hand to my chest. “Am I that brilliant?”
Charlie chuckles. “Most definitely.”
I take several photos of her latte, moving it around to capture the lighting. The blue mug looks beautiful resting on the wooden counter, and I’m able to capture the yellow flowers sitting in a vase near the window behind it.
“So, speaking of brilliant, how is the amazing Lauren? Still angry at you for whistleblowing on her crappy crush?”
I roll my eyes while posting the photo to Nstagram. “Don’t even get me started.”
“I hope she left you alone most of the time.”
“Not quite.”
Thinking of Lauren makes me want to grab a plate and smash it on the floor. It makes me want to grab all the napkins lying next to the cash register and rip them into teeny tiny pieces. Of course, I won’t. Jason would probably blow a fuse after the day he’s had.
“Well, spill girl. What did she do?”
I sigh and lift my gaze, peeking over her shoulder, thankful to see no one standing behind her. “She was just her usual bitchy self. Kept bringing up how slutty I am and how I’m pretty much terrible.”
