"You got it?" The blond girl stood by Historia, frowning, looking at her with such boredom. It made the shorter girl uneasy but she nodded. She only caught half of the things she said. Historia was so tired.
"Now, I will let you do it by yourself for the first ten customers and help you out."
Well, crap.
Annie was going to know sooner or later that she was barely paying attention. Her mind kept replaying last night of getting kicked out of her father's house. She had to crash at Sasha's place and get a job. She was lucky Sasha knew a place that was hiring immediately.
"Here, first customer," Annie said as Historia turned to see a tall, intimidating woman with freckles on her face.
"Grande, Iced, Sugar-Free, Vanilla Latte With Soy Milk," the woman said, patting the counter and then standing off to the side, checking out the morning's paper. Historia could only rub her eyes before realizing only a few words of what Ymir had said.
Historia quickly turned, looking at Annie in fear.
"Go on." Annie followed Historia, stopping her before she made any mistakes, and guiding her to the proper equipment and ingredients. It took much longer than Historia hoped as she groaned and fidgeted until she finally finished the order.
She was about to hand it over but Annie shook her head.
"Write her name. Make it a habit."
The woman had said her name? Historia looked over at her, hoping her face would spark some sort of memory, but it didn't.
She was nice looking though—long legs, dark, golden eyes, defined features. A real Bae.
"Her name is Ymir." Annie sighed.
Historia nodded, quickly writing it down and then going to the counter.
"Ymir," what a strange name. It was kind of cool, though. It matched the mysterious woman.
Ymir peered up, walking over, and taking the drink after throwing some of them money down on the counter. She went back to her seat, reading away without another word.
Oh wells.
"Another customer."
Historia was a lot more awake after that, able to easily get down the orders and Annie seemed to look a little more relieved until Ymir came back to the counter. Annie knew better than this. Ymir wasn't an easy person to please and only ever came back up to complain.
Annie went to Historia, deciding to shield the girl from her harsh words.
"Yes?"
"Who's the new girl?" She asked.
And there was a spark—a slow smile.
Annie stepped aside for Historia to come up, uncertain.
"Historia…"
"That's a weird name. Not as weird as mine, though." She threw her the empty cup. Historia narrowly dropped it as she juggled it in her hands before finally holding it tightly, looking down.
Her whole face went red as she read what she had wrote.
Bae
She didn't write Ymir.
She wrote fucking 'Bae'.
In her sleepy state she must've mixed up her thoughts with what she was told to do.
"I-I'm so sorry," Historia hid her face behind the see-through cup. Ymir only laughed and laughed like it was honey in the dusty mornings.
"No, no, it's fine—I don't mind if you call me that."
"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Historia squeaked.