Monday, July 1st, 2013 - 7:32am
“No, sir. We do not serve...radish pancakes. This is a coffee shop. We serve various coffees, lattes, sandwiches, soups, smoothies, and baked delicacies. We do not serve pancakes. We don't have soda. We don't have beans to go with your toast. And we do not serve fish or sub sandwiches.”
At a coffeehouse called “The Mighty Bean” a young woman tucked a loose blonde curl behind her left ear with a sigh as she was forced to handle her rather difficult landlord who she knew was simply there to make her morning miserable – He had already chased off the new waitress after the last one quit because of his obnoxious behavior. A sigh escaped her as she placed her hands on her hips, popping her left one up as she tapped her foot impatiently. He really had been pushing her buttons for the past ten minutes with moronic banter. “Are you getting huffy with me?” His English accent taunted her as he rested his elbows on the table and his chin on the tops of his hands. His green eyes gleamed with mischief, ignoring the dark clouds forming outside. He seemed to know exactly how to get under her skin and took much delight in doing so. He gave a shrug and sighed himself before standing up and sliding out of his booth. “And here I thought you southern belles were supposed to be sweet and in possession of etiquette and self-control. I'll be back later, redneck. Hopefully you'll be much calmer at that point. Ta.” He was soon gone, having successfully pissed her off with his mocking faux southern accent.
The bell rang as the door was opened upon his exit and she let out a soft yet feral growl that preceded a clap of thunder from outside. Her ponytail twirled as she did, just barely dragging against the floor as she stomped off and headed towards the back door, throwing her apron into a chair. It was early in the morning and there probably wouldn't be any other customers for about another half hour. As she closed the door behind her, she took a seat in her usual chair in the back alley, leaning almost all the way back. Why did he always have to hassle her instead of someone else? She was always nice to him and made sure her and Hudson's rent had been paid in advance so she didn't have to risk being late. He was beyond infuriating and she couldn't count on both hands and feet how many times she wanted to punch him in his manhood just to see him double over in pain. But. She had left that violent life behind her and had sworn to herself that she was going to turn a new leaf after enrolling at Maldoy. She had done a mostly good job so far and built an excellent reputation as an absolute peach.
Hey Juju – Its rent week and the chihuahua is on the rampage. I can spit in his food if he hassles you. Or heat up his spoon. See ya in a few – Meet in the alley?
Her fingers flew across the screen of her new phone, an early birthday gift from Hudson. Evangeline was really quite graceful but she had the worst of luck when it came to cellphones. Beezel at her last one and apparently her insurance didn't cover that. With the money she was making and her lack of scholarship, she couldn't afford a more durable one. But Hudson surprised her with a new HTC One. And that's why Hud was her best friend. She smiled as she traced her fingers over the screen before shooting out yet another text. Wake up, bum! Weekend plans must be made. Alleyway! She slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her denim daisy dukes. There was a summer heat wave with a high of 102 and Cajun was in no mood for the usual jeans she wore to work. Denim daisy dukes, a graphic tee sporting a faerie scenery and some running shoes worked. She was lucky that Gordon was so lax about the uniform. She honestly felt really at home in the kitchen as she baked the pastries for the customers. Another sigh escaped her as she wiped her brow, raindrops pelting her face gently. Oh. She was mad earlier, wasn't she? She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, gathering control over her emotions, the clouds dissipating and the wave of heat returning, replacing the raindrops on her brow with beads of sweat.
“No, sir. We do not serve...radish pancakes. This is a coffee shop. We serve various coffees, lattes, sandwiches, soups, smoothies, and baked delicacies. We do not serve pancakes. We don't have soda. We don't have beans to go with your toast. And we do not serve fish or sub sandwiches.”
At a coffeehouse called “The Mighty Bean” a young woman tucked a loose blonde curl behind her left ear with a sigh as she was forced to handle her rather difficult landlord who she knew was simply there to make her morning miserable – He had already chased off the new waitress after the last one quit because of his obnoxious behavior. A sigh escaped her as she placed her hands on her hips, popping her left one up as she tapped her foot impatiently. He really had been pushing her buttons for the past ten minutes with moronic banter. “Are you getting huffy with me?” His English accent taunted her as he rested his elbows on the table and his chin on the tops of his hands. His green eyes gleamed with mischief, ignoring the dark clouds forming outside. He seemed to know exactly how to get under her skin and took much delight in doing so. He gave a shrug and sighed himself before standing up and sliding out of his booth. “And here I thought you southern belles were supposed to be sweet and in possession of etiquette and self-control. I'll be back later, redneck. Hopefully you'll be much calmer at that point. Ta.” He was soon gone, having successfully pissed her off with his mocking faux southern accent.
The bell rang as the door was opened upon his exit and she let out a soft yet feral growl that preceded a clap of thunder from outside. Her ponytail twirled as she did, just barely dragging against the floor as she stomped off and headed towards the back door, throwing her apron into a chair. It was early in the morning and there probably wouldn't be any other customers for about another half hour. As she closed the door behind her, she took a seat in her usual chair in the back alley, leaning almost all the way back. Why did he always have to hassle her instead of someone else? She was always nice to him and made sure her and Hudson's rent had been paid in advance so she didn't have to risk being late. He was beyond infuriating and she couldn't count on both hands and feet how many times she wanted to punch him in his manhood just to see him double over in pain. But. She had left that violent life behind her and had sworn to herself that she was going to turn a new leaf after enrolling at Maldoy. She had done a mostly good job so far and built an excellent reputation as an absolute peach.
Hey Juju – Its rent week and the chihuahua is on the rampage. I can spit in his food if he hassles you. Or heat up his spoon. See ya in a few – Meet in the alley?
Her fingers flew across the screen of her new phone, an early birthday gift from Hudson. Evangeline was really quite graceful but she had the worst of luck when it came to cellphones. Beezel at her last one and apparently her insurance didn't cover that. With the money she was making and her lack of scholarship, she couldn't afford a more durable one. But Hudson surprised her with a new HTC One. And that's why Hud was her best friend. She smiled as she traced her fingers over the screen before shooting out yet another text. Wake up, bum! Weekend plans must be made. Alleyway! She slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her denim daisy dukes. There was a summer heat wave with a high of 102 and Cajun was in no mood for the usual jeans she wore to work. Denim daisy dukes, a graphic tee sporting a faerie scenery and some running shoes worked. She was lucky that Gordon was so lax about the uniform. She honestly felt really at home in the kitchen as she baked the pastries for the customers. Another sigh escaped her as she wiped her brow, raindrops pelting her face gently. Oh. She was mad earlier, wasn't she? She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, gathering control over her emotions, the clouds dissipating and the wave of heat returning, replacing the raindrops on her brow with beads of sweat.