Ginger & Isabella
Eighteen-year-olds Ginger and Isabella were working their shift at the coffee shop.
Ginger was tuning and re-turning the radio; trying to find a song she liked. Isabella looked over from her task of clearing some tables. "Just pick a station." Ginger shot her friend a glare. "I can't work if I don't enjoy the song." She complained.
Isabella shook her head and muttered to herself, "The song will change in a few minutes. You could spend all day playing with the radio and accomplish nothing."
The door opened and Adyson entered, followed by Gretchen and Ferb. Isabella smiled at her friends. "Hey! How's it going?" Adyson rolled her eyes, "I promised these two I'd buy them coffees if they could explain my science homework to me."
Ferb and Gretchen took seats at a table and started a quiet conversation.
Adyson followed Isabella to the counter. "Hey, Ginger." Ginger looked over and awkwardly slipped off the stool she was standing on. "What's going on in the outside world?" Ginger asked.
Isabella started making the coffees she knew her friends would enjoy. "Can I get a hand here?" She inquired and Ginger rolled her eyes. "You're better at this than I am."
Isabella frowned and finished creating the coffees. She brought the first two to Adyson, then turned to retrieve the third. As she turned to hand the third cup over, Isabella's foot caught on the step-stool Ginger had out. The cup slipped from Isabella's hand, smashing to the ground. The contents of the cup arced beautifully… landing with perfect accuracy on Adyson's white top.
Ginger stood gape-jawed, looking at the mess. "The owner's not going to be very happy." Isabella look at her friend, fire in her eyes. "You think? I asked for a hand and you couldn't help. What's up with that? Now I've got a mess I need to clean up. Can you at least make a coffee?"
Ginger looked between Isabella and Adyson. "I guess." She grimaced as she glanced at Adyson, then started preparing the coffee. "It's on the house." She apologised as she handed the cup over.