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Gold–1
I was just finishing the late–night shift at The Coffee Barn. My feet ached, between my thighs ached… well, just about everywhere ached. Places I didn’t even know about ached, and I was dead tired–bad been at the start of the shift. For the last time that night, I mentally beat myself up for not having called off. The gentle protests that had trailed off Ethan and Seth’s lips when I’d finally extracted myself from Ethan’s bed only made me more determined to go for some reason. I wasn t financially out of the woods yet. 1 needed this job. I needed this income.
Yet still, that determination wasn’t enough to get me successfully through the day. Thank God for the smell of freshly brewed coffee, for the whips, dings, and suck–scratching noises of the cappuccino machines, and for the delectable whiffs of cakes and candies being made hourly by the best baker in the world–in my opinion anyway. Mason, The Coffee Barn baker, and husband to the owner had the delightfully delicious combination of crispy, moist, and cakey all–in–one down to an art.
My mouth watered at the thought of the homemade peanut butter banana cupcakes with a choice of chocolate or coffee–flavored frosting. I was hangry. Hungry and starting to become angry because I was so hungry, therefore I was hangry, as someone had explained to me. It had been too busy for a break so I opted out and told Megan, the owner–who’d been working a shift because three people called off at the last minute that I didn’t need one. She argued at first but seeing as she wasnt taking a break either, relented. Since there was no coverage it was just easier, plus people had been coming in left and right. The Coffee Barn, a pretty new establishment, was getting more and more popular, and frankly, it was warranted. This place was like the Willy Wonka factory of gourmet coffee and cakes.
“Cassie, since it’s slowing down I’m going to do some inventory. If you need me call me,” Megan said, whipping off her green apron and heaving a sigh as she headed towards the back. “And remind me to never hire teenagers again.”
s the weekend. They’re good workers… when they’re here.
Cassie chuckled. “It’s t
Megan snorted. “Keywords: when they’re here. And its Sunday. Who counts Sunday as the weekend?”
“When you party hard on Saturday night, Sunday is definitely part of the weekend, the recuperating let–me–sleep–off–this–massive- hangover and then the oh–my–gawd–I–woke up to that part.”
“Ha! They aren’t even twenty–one,” Megan scoffed with d disapproval They shouldn’t be drinking, and they’re too y
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an eyebrow and batted at a stray strand of curly hair tickling my nose. “I know that never stopped you before.”
“Hey, I was a good girl… mostly,” she informed me. “Tried pot for the first time when I was twenty–seven, and I’ve never had hard drugs.” She stuck her nose in the air and gave me a playful look.
“Well, your parents were too strict for you to even stay out past ning on the weekends. So, the rebellious teenager hiding deep down in the depths of my soul grieves for you.”
Megan scoffed and made a stop–it motion with her hands. “Don’t be overdramatic. You’re barely in your t
twenties!”
I shrugged. “Over dramatization is a talent of mine. What can I say? paused and tilted my head to the side: “After I close do you want me to stay and help with inventory?”
Megan nodded. “It would go faster. I’d appreciate it. Then I can get out of here by eleven and not twelve–thirty.”
Sure. We’re pretty dead now. Wanna close early?”
Megan let her eyelashes flutter against her cheek and grunted in satisfaction. “Such wishful thinking you have.” She opened her eyes and pointed at the door. “Speak of the devil!”
I gritted my teeth and tried not to scowl at the dinging door. We closed in fifteen minutes, but there was always that straggler that would come in and order everything and then some. Usually, it would take twenty minutes to finish the order too.
Gold–1
“Welcome to The Coffee Barn, Would you like to try our famous perut butter and hinana muffin with chocolate cream cheese frosting? It has chunks of real bananas toolTM
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