Disclaimer: I'm not Ryan Murphy, unfortunately. Nor am I any of the other amazing writers, producers, and/or directors of the awesome show we call Glee. So I must resort to writing fan fiction.
Puck's P.O.V.
The hell? Wasn't she supposed to be singing and dancing or some shit? Isn't that what she was saying during the last glee practice? 'Very pretty Jewish girl,' my ass. Okay well Mrs. Ushkowitz was right about that. Berry was smokin' hot, you know, if she didn't talk so much. But that was the problem; she talked all the damn time, using words that Webster himself doesn't even know. I mean don't get me wrong, she's pretty cool and all, as far as chicks go, but she makes my ears hurt and I don't exactly want to spend my summer listening to her ramble about her Tony Hawk awards and Honey Girl, or whatever that damn musical is called.
"Noah!" Rachel said. She sounded excited and surprised, but the look on her face was worried and scared. "I-I wasn't aware that you were employed at this establishment."
"No one at school does, for a good reason too," I muttered she gave me a quick nod and brushed past me into the café.
"Hello Mrs. Ushkowitz. I just wanted to personally thank you for offering me this wonderful job opportunity. I am very grateful and am ready and willing to do whatever you would like me to do," She said smiling that 'Berry smile' of hers.
"Oh, call me Maggie, Dear. And really, was my pleasure; you're so organized and thorough I believe you will be a very good worker," Maggie said smiling. Rachel nodded and smiled. "Okay well this is Noah Puckerman. He-"
"We know each other from school," I said.
"Yes, Noah and I are in Glee Club together." Rachel nodded.
"Oh that's wonderful. Music in schools is so important these days," Maggie said. "Anyway, here's your apron and name tag you have to wear this every day, underneath it should be khaki pants or a skirt and a green polo shirt. I'll excuse it today since I forgot to mention that detail to your fathers, but tomorrow I expect appropriate dress." I rolled my eyes. Damn the green shirt and gay ass khaki, I swear that woman thinks she owns a flower shop instead of a coffee shop; green and khaki? "Okay, well Noah here is going to train you on front counter today and then tomorrow you two can work in the kitchen."
"Oh, um, Noah is training me?" Rachel asked taking a quick look at me and biting her lip.
"Yes, I can assure you he is a very skilled worker; he's been working here for almost a year now," Maggie said patting my shoulder. I made a face at her touch. I mean, don't get me wrong I liked that weird-ass bubbly so not badass feeling I got in my stomach when she talked about how she trusted me or believed in me or whatever, but don't pat my shoulder I'm not a 5-year-old, or a dog.
"Wow, that's very admirable Noah." Rachel smiled so I guess admir-whatever is a good thing. I just shrugged.
"Okay, well I'll let two get started and I'll finish up making those fresh scones before I run some quick errands. Good luck you two," Maggie said as she turned the open/close sign to 'open' and walked back into the kitchen.
Rachel turned toward me. "Well, where do we begin?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm. "Cash register," I grunted walking toward the counter. She bounced behind me. "Well, this is it." I said with little enthusiasm. "Not really sure what all I need to teach you about a cash register; shit's really simple and does the math for you. All you gotta do is punch in the price here, hit that orange button over there to add another thing to the order, then when they're done ordering just his this green one. When they give you the money and shit type it in where you types in the prices of everything and hit the green button again and the change they need shows up on the screen there. Oh and if they want to pay with a credit card or some whit just tell 'em to swipe it there and follow the directions," I explained. I turned to find her giving me the same look she gave me the day I showed up at her locker with a grape slushy in my hand. "What?" I asked her.
She shook her head and said, "That was the most crude and unsophisticated way anyone could possibly explain how to use that."
"Thank you," I smirked knowing what she said definitely wasn't a complement, but I'm the Puckster, and I liked messing with her.
"That was not a complement Noah. Honestly, it would do you a world of good to invest in a dictionary," she said. "So how do I know how much everything is?" she asked squinting at the chalk-board menu above the counter. I tapped on a sheet of paper beside the cash register. "Oh," she nodded looking at the paper.
The front door let out a small ring and I looked up to see a middle-aged man walking in. "First costumer, move" I pushed Rachel out of the way.
"It'd be more beneficial if I attempted to take this man's order," she replied bumping me with her hip out of the way. I rolled my eyes and smirked hoping to watch her crash and burn.
"Hello Sir, how can I help you this morning?" she smiled.
"Hello there, I'll take a large coffee and a blueberry muffin please," he said taking out his wallet. I watched in awe as Rachel just typed in the prices off the cheat sheet like she had been working here all her life.
"I don't think I've seen you before, you new here?" the man asked making light conversation.
"Yes, I just started today. That will be $4.25," Berry smiled. "Out of $5," she typed it in.
"Are you Jewish?" the man asked. That made both mine and Rachel's heads snap up. Why the hell did he care if Rachel was Jewish?
"Um, yes I am. Why do you ask?" Rachel said hesitantly handing the man his change as I set down his coffee and muffin.
"Just curious, I know the owner of this place is. You too?" he asked turning to me. I nodded pushing his order toward him.
"Have a good day Sir!" Rachel smiled brightly. He nodded curtly then left the shop. The two of us watched his car pull away before Rachel turned toward me. "Are all the customers here like that?"
"No, that was weird," I said still staring out the window. "Anyway, coffee pot." I directed her attention to the two large coffee makers on the counter behind her.
"Wonderful," she said excitedly clapping her hands together. I rolled my eyes; this was going to be a long day.
~RWT~
Okay, this was getting to be absolutely ridiculous! Noah kept explaining everything simpler then the last. I swear it was like he was trying to get me to fail at something. Of course I was bound and determined not to let that happen.
"Rachel, it's a frickin' toaster on steroids, it's not that hard to figure out!" Noah said when I asked him to explain the toaster again.
"Well maybe if you actually explained it to me I would understand what I was doing; instead of just saying 'you put the bagel in the oven looking thing and turn the dial'," I huffed angrily.
He shrugged, smirk plastered on his face, "S'what'cha do."
"A little more depth would be nice! Thing? That's such a descriptive word Noah," I glared. We heard the bell ring indicating someone had just entered the shop. I attempt to make my way over to the cash register but Noah bumps me into the counter and gets there first.
"Hello Ma'am. How may I help you?" he asked. I'm pretty sure that's the politest I've ever heard him be. The lady ordered a small coffee and a, just my luck, a toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese. Noah threw me a challenging smirk as I tried to figure out how to toast the bagel. I turned the dial on the toaster to 3 and much to my delight it came out perfectly. I couldn't keep the smug expression off my face as I handed the lady her order.
"You're an excellent teacher Noah," I said sarcastically.
"Whatever Berry," he replied rolling his eyes.
Suddenly the kitchen doors swung open and Maggie came out. "Are you two just about ready to pack up for the night?" she asked.
"We're good to go Maggie," Noah said hopping over the front counter and walking over to the front door to change the open/close sign. I looked at my watch, shocked it was already 5 o'clock. The day had gone surprisingly quickly considering I spent all day with Noah and his lack of verbosity when it came to explaining things.
"Rachel, would you mind cleaning up the front counter while Noah takes care of the dining area?" Maggie asked resting a hand on my shoulder. I smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I'll be in the kitchen and then at the desk if you need anything," she said disappearing once again through the double doors of the kitchen.
I turned toward Noah. "Where do I find the supplies to clean up?" I asked him.
"Over there," he replied waving his hand as he put the sugar packets and napkin dispensers from the tables into a large gray bin.
"Noah honestly, must you be so nonchalant about everything? It's aggravating me to no end," I huffed as I spotted a mop, broom, and Lysol wipes by the door to the kitchen.
He turned to look at me, "Rachel, I have no clue what the hell you just said, but you're talking is pissing me off."
Was it really necessary to be that rude? I finished cleaning the rest of the counter in silence. I poked my head into the kitchen to tell Maggie that I was leaving and called for a taxi before walking out the back door. Noah was standing there leaning against his truck. He had a pair of aviators on so I couldn't exactly tell what he was looking at, which in all honesty made me somewhat nervous. I walk to the side of the building remembering that the taxi this morning had dropped me off in the front. I wait there for a few minutes before I hear someone approaching me from behind. I make a quick grab for my pepper spray and whip around to see Noah standing there arms crossed.
"The hell are you waiting for?" He asked. "And what's that for?" he asks noticing the pepper spray in my hand.
"I was preparing for the worst. This is a new setting for me Noah. I don't know who would try to approach me while I'm waiting for my taxi home," I explained to him safely stowing the spray back in my purse.
"What the hell do you think is gonna happen to you?" he asked lifting his sunglasses up and putting them on his head.
"Rape, murder, kidnappings; a number of things can happen to those who aren't prepared Noah." I said.
"Kidnapping? No one is going to kidnap your crazy ass and if they were you'd have like a billion people looking for you cause your dad's are part of that UCLA thing right?" he shrugged.
"ACLU, Noah, and was that actually a complement?" I asked.
"Hell No!" he said quickly.
"Oh," Just as I said that a bright yellow taxi pulled up. "Oh well I'll see you tomorrow Noah." I waved internally groaning that I actually had to come back tomorrow. I still didn't see why my dad's couldn't let me find my own job.
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