Imagine Type: cute
Warnings: bullying
Status: Y/n works at a little coffee shop.
Y/n's P.O.V
I needed some money like all people do. So I decided to apply for a part time job at this little coffee shop in my neighborhood. It seems to be the perfect fit.
It's doesn't get too busy to the point where I'm overwhelmed but it stays busy enough to where I'm not too bored.
My coworkers are awesome. Super sweet and laidback. There's never a dull conversation between us. My mangers are considerate and respectful. It's a perfect work environment.
However, I do get some unruly customers here and there, but it's nothing that I can't handle. And if I can't, I just grab one of my mangers.
Over the past few weeks, I've notice two groups of people. One group of three, possibly related if not it's a coincidence that they look similar. And the other group, a group five.
The group of three tend to mind their own business however the group of five pick and make fun of them for whatever reason. And I say that because I don't know what they're picking on them for. I hear snippets and bits of conversations as I walk by and clean tables, but not enough to put the pieces together.
I brought this to my managers attention, but they said as long as it's not causing a disturbance in the whole entire restaurant, then not to bother with it. It just didn't sit right with me.
It's a little bit later in the evening not quite nighttime yet, but it is getting cooler out. It's just me, two other coworkers and a manager closing up for the night.
I'm spot sweeping the floor when I hear the little bell ding, signaling that someone just walked through the door. I glance up and notice the group of three boys. I smile as I place the broom back into its designated corner.
I walk behind the counter and over to the register so I can take their order.
"Hello. What can I get started for you today?" I asked them, cheerfully.
"Hi. Can I have a medium hot chocolate with extra chocolate drizzle and marshmallows?" The blonde hair boy asked me.
"Of course. Do you want whip cream on it?" I asked.
"Please." He said, looking at me, then looking up at the menu. "And umm... can I have a classic glaze donut?"
"Alrighty." I said.
"That's it for me." He said reaching down into his pocket too I assume you pull out his wallet.
"And can I get a name for this order?" I asked.
"Nick." He smiles.
"Okay. You're total this evening is $6.45." I tell him.
He pays and then another boy comes up. This one with fluffy hair that's parted in the middle.
"Hello. And what can I get started for you?" I asked, giving him the same energy.
"Can I get a... medium blueberry smoothie and just a slice of vanilla cake?" He asks.
"Of course." I tell him. "Anything else?"
"No thank you." He said softly.
"Okay your total is $7.13." I tell him. "And what's a good name for this order?"
"Matt." He tells me before paying.
"Thank you every much. You have a good day." I tell him while the finally boy walks up to me. "And what can I get started for you?"
