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GOBLZ : Yeah, it's definitely Connie. Surprise, surprise eh? Lol. Oh no, they aren't at Eden Hall, they're in college. Sorry I didn't make that very clear did i? lol. Ok, I promise to try and write another Guy/Connie fic at some point. I'm glad you liked my previous C/G story lol. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
Y0URS-TRULY : It was Connie's. I purposely didn't tell whose P.O.V it was, because up until the last chapter, I hadn't stated exactly who this story was about. Yeah, I totally with you could do that on tests, damn I'd pass each one with flying colours lol. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
XSARAH : You knew did you, you should have said, I might have changed it, so you weren't right lol. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
CONNIE/CHARLIE FAN : Yeah, it is a Connie/Charlie fic. I'm glad you enjoyed my last one. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
EM : Yeah, it is Connie. Hey don't boo Connie/Adam, they are the best couple since sliced bread lol, much prefer Adam to Charlie, but never mind lol. You can't just stab Charlie, he's like the main character to my story and the CAPTAIN of the ducks, they'd be lost without him lol. Yeah, totally love pointless reviews lol, they are so enjoyably pointless lol. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
GRUMPYPIRATE : YAY for Orion then lol. For some reason though, recently, I've much preferred Orion to Bombay, dunno why though lol. Anyways thanks for the support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!
Chapter 4
I was exhausted after practice, and the thought of having to work 3 hours at the café, made feel even more tired. I knew I couldn't call in sick, as it seemed a bit of a coincidence that I'd already asked for the night off, then because I hadn't been given it, I was suddenly ill.
Julie hung around until I was ready to leave, and then slipped her arm through mine, as we walked out. The guys were still on the ice, and we waved as we walked passed, but not all of them noticed. When we got outside, we headed towards our dorm.
"Do you ever think about quitting the team"? Julie asked suddenly.
"Honestly"? I looked at her, and she nodded. "All the time". I admitted. "What about you, you ever thought about it"?
"Sometimes I really do wanna quit, but others I just, well, I don't". She replied. "Why don't you then"? She looked at me, and I knew she'd be able to tell if I lied.
"I suppose it's because, I don't want to show him that he's gotten to me. Another part of me doesn't want to, because I love playing hockey, and after college, I won't be able to play in proper games anymore".
There was silence between us, as we both thought about my words. There were times, especially like today, that I really did, just want to jack it all in. It wasn't because I couldn't cope with the level we were playing and practicing, it was all because of him.
"You know, you're too stubborn for your own good". Julie stated, a smile playing on her lips.
"I like to think of it as a good thing". I laughed. "Anyway, I gotta get to work". I told her, when we got closer to our building. "Have fun tonight". I said, heading in a different direction.
"Try and come, it'll be fun". She shouted.
"I'll try". I shouted, before turning and walking away.
I arrived at the café, 15 minutes early, and the place was almost empty. Rosie was up front, wiping tables and the counterss. She looked up at me when I walked in. She winked, then popped the bubble she had blown from her chewing gum. She was a typical waitress, one you'd expect to be in the movies. She chewed gum constantly, blowing huge bubbles every so often. She called all the customers sugar or honey, winking at any nice looking guys. Her straw colored hair was pulled tightly into a bun on top of her head.
"Hey sugar, you're early". She stated, heading toward me.
"Yeah, I came straight from practice". I replied.
"I don't know how you do it". She walked passed me.
"Neither do I". I responded. "Neither do I". I sighed and headed to the cloak room, putting my apron on, over my t-shirt and black trousers.
I headed into the kitchen area, where Enrique was cleaning the cooker. His head and shoulders were inside the oven, and I could hear the echo of his thick Italian accent as he sang along with Kelis' song Milkshake, that was playing over the radio.
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, damn right, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I'd have to charge… He sang, his Italian accent curling around the words.
"Damn. Enrique, I didn't know you played for the opposite team". I cracked out laughing.
"OW"! He went to get up, and obviously bumped his head. "Jesus, Mary e Joseph. Quel hurts sanguinanti". He muttered in his mother tongue.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump", I apologized, yet couldn't stop laughing.
"Enrique, I'm going. It's 5". Rosie shouted from up front.
"I'll go out front". I told him, heading there.
"I'll be out there, as soon as I finish cleaning the damn oven". He muttered again.
"Sure thing". I laughed and made my way out.
The café was empty, and since there was nothing left to clean, since Rosie had only just done it, and there had been no customers to dirty the tables, I sat on a stool, and began reading a magazine from the stack kept in one corner. It was unusual for it to be this quiet, though I wasn't complaining too much. I kept hearing Enrique cursing in Italian, as though I couldn't understand what he was saying, though I had an idea that non of his phrases were, shall we say child friendly.
I had just finished reading an article in the magazine, when I heard the door swing open, and stood just in the entrance, were 5 tourists. They settled into a booth, and I left them a few minutes to check the menu out. After a minute or so, I picked my tray up, and note pad, before walking over to them.
"What can I get you"? I asked politely. They looked at me astonished.
"You don't sound very much like an American waitressy type". Who looked to be the oldest of the group spoke. He spoke with an English accent. I knew they had been expecting a ditzy blonde, popping gum in my mouth, whilst speaking in a squeaky voice.
"And what exactly is 'an American Waitressy type'"? I asked.
"Well, um, like"… One of them tried to explain.
"Do you mean like this"? I took a breath, then began batting my eyelids. "So, ok, like, what's it to be sugar"? I drawled out my words.
"Yes, exactly". One of them declared.
"Yeah, no. We're a dying breed. What can I get you". I reverted back to my own voice.
They gave me there orders, and I took them into the kitchen for Enrique to start cooking, whilst I made them, their drinks. Whilst I had been in the kitchen, a few of our regulars had come in, and sat on the stools next to the counter. I served the drinks then returned to take their orders.
"Hey Bob, what'll it be"? I asked, standing opposite the middle aged man, that came in the same time every day, on his way home from work.
"Oh hey Connie. Um, I think I'll take a lemon upside down cake, and a cappuccino to take out"? He asked, looking at our cake selections.
"Sure thing". I completed his order quickly, then bid him goodbye.
"Connie"? Enrique came round front, watching as his customers drank and ate.
"Yeah". I asked, adding more coffee grounds to the filter.
"Could you do some overtime tonight. Avril's just called in sick"? He asked, in a pleading tone.
"Ugh". I debated in my head. "I suppose so, but only cause it's you asking". I laughed.
"Siete un angelo". He told me then waked away, leaving me both wondering exactly what he'd just said, and laughing.
30 minutes later, I was run off my feet. The café got really busy, and with just me and Enrique, orders began mounting, and we began rushing around like headless chickens. A few of our regulars kept calling me over, wanting refills of coffee, and a quick chat, which I didn't really have the time for. Enrique began cursing under his breath, every time I placed another order.
Eventually we worked through the orders, and the café went quiet again. There were only a few people sat in the booths, mainly young couples that were having a bite to eat after a movie or something. I was stood leaning on the counter next to Enrique.
"So how much have I earned overtime tonight"? I asked, laughing gently.
"That's what it's all about for isn't it"? He laughed.
"Ahh, you know me so well". I joked.
Although he was my boss, he had never once acted like it. He treat all his staff as equals and gave us plenty of respect. He had short black hair, that was always under his American flag bandana, his round face had chubby qualities to it, and his skin slightly tanned. He was slightly overweight, but not overly so, yet he blamed it on his cooking abilities. He had a knack of coming up with harebrain schemes, that often only lasted a week or so. Among his great plans had been 70's nights, vegetarian days, Italian days, English Breakfast days and of course not forgetting table top dancing nights.
"I was thinking about making you all wear roller skates, liven the place up"? He suggested.
"And kill people". I laughed.
"What? You and Julie can already skate". He declared.
"True, but what about Rosie, Avril and Melanie"?
"You can teach them". He told me.
At that second I decided to just shut up, my argument, would only make him more determined. I watched as the last few customers paid their bill, and left, leaving me and Enrique alone. After a few seconds, he headed to the door and locked it. It was only 10pm, and I looked at him oddly, we weren't meant to close for another half hour.
"We're closing early". He shrugged.
For the next 15 minutes, I cleared the tables, and wiped the counter top, before heading into the kitchen to see if he wanted any help I there.
"You get going if you want. I'm nearly done". He told me.
"You sure"? I asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Get going". He told me, winking at me. "And thanks for tonight". He told me, as I grabbed my denim jacket and purse.
"Oh that's ok Enrique, you can thank me with my pay check". I laughed.
"Go on, get out of here". He laughed, flapping a dish towel at me.
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