I puff a breath of air in order to get the stray strands of hair that had escaped from my ponytail out of my face. The heat is unbearable. Wearily, I look up at the clock. 3:30 pm. 30 more minutes till I'm done with my shift. I begin to focus on the several customers lined up.
"Next." I call out. A woman who looked like she was in her mid-fifties steps up.
"Hello, dear. Uh, may I order a sweetened lemonade?"
"Sure, may I have your name?"
"Taryn. Taryn Brooks."
I scribble her name on a cup and ask her to wait for her name to be called. I look up just as a girl in her teenage years, comes up. She's wearing a low cut tank top with the shortest shorts I had ever seen.
"What can I get for you today?" I ask.
"Um, let's see." she stands, staring at the menu, taking her sweet time. I look past her at the growing line. Unbelievable. Finally, she speaks.
"I want a venti Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuccino with whipped cream. Name's Sophie Mitchell. Make it quick." she demands. I begin to open my mouth to give her a snobby remark back, but my coworker nudges me gently, reminding me to keep myself calm. I give her a strained smile and begin writing her name on the cup. All of a sudden, I hear a giggle. I look up to see the girl, Sophie, flirting with a noticeably attractive man who obviously isn't interested in her. Rolling my eyes, I get back to work.
Soon enough, it's 3:55 pm, and I'm ready to go home. I am about to leave when I hear someone come up to the register. Groaning internally, I turn around to face the man that snobby girl was talking to.
He has big brown eyes that have the effect of melting whomever they land upon. His hair is a rich dark brown and curls up softly, and when he turns to the side, you can see his super, super sharp jawline.
"Hi, what can I get for you today?" I ask in a monotonous voice, the one I use with all customers.
His eyes roam around on my body till finally flicking up to my eyes. Was he actually checking me out?
What does he think I am?? An object?
I clear my throat in irritation and in response, he slowly smiles.
Creep.
"Well, let's see. Can I have you?" he asks coyly.
Ugh.
JE LEEST
Sins at Midnight
RomantiekSkylar's life has been messed up for a while. Her mom died when she was 12 years old, which turned her father into an abusive drunk, who'd wake up the next morning with no memory of what had happened the night before. Eventually, Skylar and Perry, h...
