(Wanna hear a joke? Decaf)

Chapter 1.

BPOV.

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they take their coffee.

Sugar? Creamer? Or as black as my ex-husband's heart? (Different story for a different time. I'll talk about that asshole later.) Are you an espresso kinda person? Quick shot and you're done for the day? Or do you like to go for a flavored latte? Sweet and milky but with a little caffeine fix?

It may have become apparent to you that I have a lot to say about coffee, but I suppose that it was happens when you've been working at a coffee shop for two years. I suppose I'm like Gunther from Friends, except I don't have bright, bleached-blonde hair and I'm not lusting over Jennifer Aniston. Okay fine, maybe I'm nothing like him at all, but you get what I mean, right?

One thing I have never quite gotten my head around is the need for a decaf espresso. Decaf in general is totally cool - I'll take that shit sometimes when I plan to get a good nights sleep, but a decaf espresso, in my eyes, is a different matter entirely. Especially when the customer thanks me for their drink and then says "I'll be needing this today! I feel like I haven't slept all week!"

THEN WHY ORDER DECAF?!

It's like alcohol-free wine, y'know? What is the point?

Okay, okay, I'm really getting off topic now. Plus I have people wanting to get served, so I should probably get back to my job.

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"One of your finest please, Bellhole!" Alice Whitlock slapped a five dollar bill down onto the counter as she jumped up onto one of the bar stools. Alice is my longest and closest friend, who loves anything to do with social media and has enough energy to run a small village. She also has an interest in nicknames. The next time I see her she will greet me with a new name.

"Skinny mocha, one shot and extra chocolate powder?"

"That's the one!"

I got started on making her drink as she continued to tell me about everything that had happened in the 36 hours since we last saw each other. Apparently she and her husband Jasper are now trying for their second child. Clearly a lot can happen in the space of 2 days when you are happily married and settled in life.

"That's excellent, Al'! Mia-Rose will be the best big sister." I stencilled a coffee bean of chocolate on top of her mocha and slid it over.

"Did you ever hear back from that guy by the way? The one that was offering you a job?"

"Oh, God no." I laughed at the mere thought of that guy. "Apparently I'm not 'his type' because I'm not 6 foot high with blonde hair and tits filled with more air than the GoodYear blimp."

Alice looked at me in astonishment, "damn, that must be one big set of knockers. But what does that have to do with your ability to make food?"

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. I'm a pretty mean cook.

"Because where is the fun in hiring someone when you can't lust over them at the same time?"

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Alice jumped from her bar stool. "That totally reminds me! Edward had to fire that Brooke girl the other day, so there is now a job going with him if you're interested?"

"Why did he fire her? I thought she was good at her job?"

She flipped her bangs away from her face, "yeah, but according to Edward she was much better at soliciting for her own personal interests rather than the restaurants, if you know what I mean..." Alice winked coyly.

"Brooke was whoring around? Really? I thought she seemed quite sweet."

"I bet even in the right light Hitler could look sweet, but it doesn't mean he was. Nah, Brooke is a tatty bitch who likes to serve the rich men their food whilst rubbing her tits in their face. Good riddance, that is all I can say."

Unfortunately I couldn't continue to listen to Alice's wild stories about Brooke because I had people to serve and tables to clear. She did hang around until I finished, however, which was when we planned to get food and continue our conversations.

I picked away at the meat on my chicken wings and licked the sweet chilli sauce off my fingers, all whilst in the middle of talking. A very feminine trait, I know. "Do you really think Edward would hire me or at least interview me?"

Alice took a gulp from her iced water, "why wouldn't he?! You've known him your entire life; you're practically a member of our family!"

If Alice thinks of me as a member of her family then that makes this situation very awkward. Edward and I may or may not have slept together once or twice during the summer after our final year of high school. It didn't end well.

She never knew I had slept with her twin brother, and I'd like to keep it that way.

I hesitated slightly with my answer, "sure... I mean, why wouldn't I like to work under Edward's icy glare?"

"Oh come on! He's not that bad."

Is she serious? She's not being serious, right? "Alice, Edward makes Gordon Ramsay look tame!"

"Bellhole," Alice looked at me sternly, "do you really want to spend the rest of your days serving that guy with the decaf espresso? Or do you want to take the chance to do something you really enjoy?"

When she puts it that way... "Fine! Set me up. Put me on the line."

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I know I abandoned this site for the longest time, but after a conversation with my boyfriend, I have decided to give it another shot. I realise that I have other stories to complete, but this story is something fun and easy to help me get back into the swing of things.

This chapter is to see what you all think of the idea. Would you be interested in reading more? Are you intrigued to see what happens? Please let me know, and if I feel as though enough people are enjoying it then I shall continue.

Also, please thank Christopher for my return and how supportive he has been with my little hidden life.