My Boss The Genius
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INTERLUDE
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Her life sucked.
A bell jangled above her head as she pushed the door to the café open, stepping in to a heated blast of roasting coffee beans. It was a luscious smell, one that Temari often looked forward to, speaking of simpler days and quiet lunch breaks. Now it was just grating on her nerves as she took her place in line, trying to recall Ino's order.
Ino. That was the name of the cheerful little blonde woman that had just crashed into the office only minutes earlier and in doing so, had crushed all of Temari's hopes and dreams.
'Ino…' She slammed a ten-dollar bill on the table and said curtly, "A decaf double mocha vanilla frappucino with a sprinkling of dark chocolate," she growled. "And a black coffee." She paused. "Make that two." At this point, coffee was the only thing that would make anything feel better.
The waitress behind the counter picked up the bill and shuffled nervously. "Um, ma'am? This isn't enough," she said meekly. Temari blinked and sighed, remembering she had only grabbed enough money for the two orders and that her order was spontaneous. Normally she'd just shuck over another bill, but Temari had left her purse at her desk in her haste to leave the oppressing silence of the office.
"Okay, never mind then. Just the frappucino and one black coffee—"
"Here."
Temari looked up, surprised when someone plopped a ten down in front of the waitress. "Give the lady her second black coffee; oh and just a normal one for me." The man leaned on the wooden counter, shooting Temari a roguish grin. The waitress quickly shuffled off to complete the order, leaving the blonde and her saviour to stare at each other.
"You didn't have to do that," Temari told him, "but thank you." Normally she would've glared at anyone who was pretentious enough to pay for something she ordered, given she had an independent streak a mile wide. But she was tired and miserable and just a little bit desperate, so she decided that maybe, just this once, she could let it go.
The man shrugged. "Eh, you look like you could really use it," he chuckled before quickly backtracking. "I mean, not that I'm implying you look horrible or something, just that you look like your dog died and you just found out and aw shit, that's not what really happened is it?" He was sweating, looking rather sheepish and worried and hoping he didn't just bring up some bad memories. Temari couldn't help it; she laughed.
"No," she snickered (because she didn't giggle), "no, I just… I'm having a bit of a bad day. Well, I was." She looked up at him and smiled a bit. "Thanks."
He grinned roguishly. "No problem."
The waitress came back with her order and right after she grabbed it there was a flurry of people that suddenly swept into the coffee shop, separating her and the man she was talking to. When Temari finally managed to get out of the crowd and back on the sidewalk, he was nowhere to be seen.
Heart heavy again, Temari trudged back across the street to deliver the steaming hot coffees to her boss the genius and his love interest the wedding florist.
Yep. Her life sucked.