A few years later.Johnny.
I sighed. What I really wanted to do right now was go home and curl up. After a strenuous day, that was really all I ever wished for.
The doorbell rings and I groan in frustration inwardly. Working here in LA was definitely a lot different than in Canada. I push my hair back impatiently as the customer rambles on and on.
"So you want butter cookies is that it?"
"No you don't understand I want butter cookies but with no carbs and not too much butter-"
"Miss-"
"What about chocolate chip cookies?"
"We have that."
"I want chocolate chip cookies but like without the chips inside you know?"
I ignore her and scoop a big size of chocolate chip cookies. She glances down into the packet.
"Wait I specifically ordered-"
I hold in the urge to roll my eyes. Get fucking lost. "There's a lot of people miss, I would recommend-"
She huffs and stomps out. Alison comes out from behind. "Well well not to good of a customer service eh?"
"Shut up."
"That's no way to talk to your boss it it?"
"Whatever."
"There's like a few people left, have fun!" She says in a lilting voice, grabs her stuff and leaves. She doesn't forget to kiss my cheek with her creepy ass lips though.
The moment she's out, I wipe her lipstick off my cheek instantly. Ew. I don't know how much I can take. A flirty woman constantly trying to...nevermind.
It's already 9:30. Get a grip on yourself man.
I let out a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on my face. "What can I serve you?" My headache threatens to take over as the annoying people come and go.
I'm finally left with one old man who apparently wants fries. This is a cookie shop we don't fucking sell fries!
"We don't have that."
"Burgers?"
"Do I look like McDonald's to you?"
He squints at me. "Well I mean your hair-"
"It's called a middle part geez."
"Wait... do you sell-"
"No drugs, sorry."
"Do you sell lemonade?"
I groan in frustration. What is wrong with people. I have a major headache I just want to do home and rest.
"Do you want cookies or do you want to die?" I ask one last time.
"Cookies."
"How much?"
He hesitates slightly. "I thought I was supposed to be the one asking you-"
"I meant how many packets do you want?
"100."
I raise my eyesbrows. "Wait-" he knocks his head. "100?! What was I thinking!"
I silently agree. He probably doesn't think.
"Change that to 30." My eyes bulge out. 30? Seriously? I don't question him though. I just want to go home.
Just when I thought that I could get done with this old crusty man, a person wearing shades, head wrapped in a big scarf and a black expensive looking dress stumbles in.
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