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Once again, I do not own Twilight…
Song Rec: Changing by The Airborne Toxic Event (One of my favorites!)
"What kinds of tea do you have? Apple cinnamon, by any chance?"
I sigh at the stupidity of the young woman in front of me. "All our flavors are written on the board there." I point to the menu above my head. "Teas are on the left." Nice pantsuit, by the way. Not.
"Oh, wow. That's a lot of flavors." she giggles. Yeah.
It's my second day here working for Sue, and let's just say I've learned a few things. One, I'm not by any means a people person. Nope. They kinda bug the shit out of me, especially at seven in the fucking morning. Two? People are dumb.
Is that rude of me to say?
But really people, come on! The menu board is the focal point of the room when you walk in the fucking door. I cannot tell you how many times I've been asked if we sell smoothies. Or omelets. Or salsa. Or booze. I kid you not; some fancy schmancy guy in a suit came in yesterday morning asking for a latte with a shot of vodka.
I know right? It took everything I had not to punch him in the balls. We're a coffee shop, not a fucking bar.
"Okay, I've decided." Pantsuit exclaims, smiling. Goody. "I'll get a small apple cinnamon tea. Do you make a low fat choice?"
Are you kidding me? "It's tea." is all I say.
"Well, yes I hope so." she smiles expectantly.
"There's no fat in tea."
"Oh, really? Make it a large then." See what I mean?
"Great." I type her order into the computer. "Would you like a fresh baked cookie for just ninety nine cents more?" I know, I know. Wow Bella, it's so nice of you to offer a cookie to this woman. Don't worry, I'm not being nice. We're required to ask.
"Oh, don't those look delicious?" Damn right they do, I made them this morning. "Oh, I better not. Just the tea please."
"Of course." I smile mockingly. "One-seventy-five." she hands me the cash and I tell Angela the order. "You can just wait over there."
"Thanks." yeah, whatever.
It's been three days since I lost my job at Volturi law, and let me tell you, it hasn't exactly been a walk in the park. I'm making half of what I used to, and my landlord announced to my building that rent would be going up in two weeks. Asshole.
Ang keeps bugging me to dip into my savings. I've learned to block her out.
On top of my pending money issues, I haven't been able to get my mind off of what green eyes said the other day. Marie is here. In Seattle. She could be anywhere- hell, I could bump into her at the supermarket one day.
Then what? Oh, hey Annemarie, it's been awhile huh? So, are you the same selfish little bitch as before? Yes? Well have a nice life. Yeah, right. I'd go all Jackie Chan on her ass if I saw her.
"Coffee?" Angela asks, holding up a cup.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Suit yourself. So what were you thinking about?"
"Who said I was thinking about anything?" Nope, I still haven't told Angela that Marie's supposedly in town. Why? I honestly don't want to think about it. Or answer the question that I know would come. Why do you hate her so much? Nope, not gonna go there.
"You have this look when you're deep in thought."
"What? I do not."
She laughs. "You totally do. It's like this." her nose scrunched up and she crosses her eyes. "Like you're demented or something,"
"Shut up!" I smack her arm. "I don't fucking look like that."
"Sure you don't Bells." she takes a sip of her coffee. I have no idea how she drinks that shit black. Sue is famous for the potency of her java. The bells jingle announcing another customer entering the store. "Male customer, twelve o'clock." She whispers peering over my shoulder. "The suspect is viewing the menu board. Oh hey, there's a little pixie chick behind him. Damn, she's small. Two customers, Bells. You up for the challenge?" she jokes.
"I think I can handle it." I roll my eyes and start to turn around.
"Oh man, he's fucking spicy... If I wasn't with Ben." she muses.
"I'm telling him you said- YOU!" I shout at the duo in front of me. I don't even bother looking at the girl, my stare frozen on a pair of bright green eyes. Bright green eyes that widen alarmingly at my murderous glare. His hands fly to his penny-bronze hair and he blushes. "You!"
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