prologue

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The day started slower than I would have expected. I mourned the thought of laying in bed. Jesus Christ i hate this fucking job.

{Time skip of about 20 minutes}

The cutest guy is walking in. He has bright pink hair and I'm in love with it. Oh ma lorty.

"Hey um can I get a venti vanilla bean frap."

"HOLY FUCK HIS VOICE IS GORGEOUS HOLY FUCK IM IN LOVE." I thought.

"Yuh yeah wh-whats your name?" I say dropping like five cups on the ground.

"Austin." He chuckles out. I think he's starting to blush.

{Time skip of 4 minutes}

I finish adding the whipped cream and debate whether or not I should give him my number.

"Spicy, Mackenzie has a crush on a random customer.",
My coworker Justin exclaims
"Who is it?!? That ginger over there, THAT CUTE BRUNETTE? Wait. Don't you dare tell me its pink hair." ,He says making faces. I know his ass is kinda serious. But the faces he makes are hilarious.

"Maybe it is so what?" ,I say "getting" angry and blushing. Everyone tells me when I do this I look like a mad child, since my face/cheeks are chubby.

"He's not that bad looking,its- its just the hair.", Justin exclaims.

"Whatever I'm giving him his drink,now shush my child.", I say as I shoo him away.

"ONE VENTI VANILLA BEAN FRAP FOR AUSTIN", I shout trying to get his attention.

"Thanks, I uh i- he um. YOUR REALLY PRETTY, THANKS FOR THE COFFEE.", he blurts while speed walking out of here.

I AM NOT FUCKING BLUSHING. FUCK NO. WHAA- UGH. I HATE GUYS!

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