Evangeline's peripheral caught a glimpse of one of her best friends before he even called out to her. His accent made her toes curl and her teeth show with a bright smile. His accent was absolutely d-fucking-lightful. With a bubbly giggle, she grabbed one of the plates from under the heat lamp and poured a glass of orange juice. “One breakfast platter comin' up, sugar plum!” She set the plate and glass on the counter before her friend with a chuckle. “I'd love to stay and talk but looks like I got work to do.” She gave her most apologetic smile before dashing off to the kitchen again just in time for a few more employees to show up. Gordon used to scold her for cooking meals for her friends and not the other customers, but she let him pull it out of her paycheck for the ingredients. Everyone else got a more basic version of the Starbucks menu — Baked goodies, tea, and coffees. There was ice cream on weekends. Speaking of Gordon, she could hear his own English accent pierce the air as he addressed the long line. “Excuse me, out of my. Owner coming through. Please step aside. Thank you.” The dark haired man gave a polite smile as he moved through the line and made his way behind the counter and into the kitchen where he leaned against a counter. “You know. Before you started working here. I never had an issue walking through the door without bumping into people.” A grin donned his fare as he took one of the remaining plates. As she hustled to pump out fresher muffins and pastries than the ones already being sold, she gave a laugh. “So, are you complaining because I've made your business more remunerative? Because l can make the coffee more like oil and the muffins like rocks if you'd like. Kind of like they were before.”
She dodged a swat at her ribs with a snicker as he left with his plate. “Evan! “We need more strawberry sweet rolls!” Jess from the counter called out to her in a rushed manner. Rachel was the one that Evangeline had called yesterday and asked to come in early to start on the baking at least an hour before open. But she didn't. Luckily, Evangeline was able to get a couple dozen muffins and sweet rolls into the oven with her biscuits. “l'm comin'! I'm comin‘! Just hold yer horses!” Evangeline called back out as she topped off the sweet rolls with a drizzle of icing before nudging one of the other cooks. “Jamie, can you get some french toast on the stove? I'd appreciate it so very much, lovie!” Tray in hand, the sunny Southerner made her way out front and began to set the fresh food on display with the others. “Sorry I'm late! The bed was just too damn comfortable.” Rachel walked in and immediately commanded attention of everyone as she spoke loudly and sashayed to the kitchen. “I really did try to come in, Evan. Truly — But I just got this new Sert—” She was stopped with Evangeline's hand over her mouth. “Shut yer trap and get to work.” Evangeline sighed and wiped her hands against her apron before moving past the counter and taking a seat across from Gordon. “Get rid of her. Please. All she ever does is show up late. She's only a good worker when she wants to be and that's hardly ever. C'mon — She's been here for a month and everyone already hates her. Even me. She flirts more than she cooks and if she finds someone cute enough, she just takes off from work.” Evangeline ranted under her breath, hardly the type to make it known when she was cross with someone. Gordon gave a light chuckle and crossed his arms over his chest. “If you were a manager. you could fire her yourself.” He reached towards his plate and cut a wedge out of his sausage before shrugging. “I'll fire her when I finish — But you should really consider my offer. We can work out the details.”
Nodding her head, she stood and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “Thanks Gordy” She gave a fond smile before catching sight of Blair entering shortly before Harper. She didn't know much about Harper and sometimes it seemed like the dancer tried to avoid her. It wasn't like it was anything new to her — That just meant that she was a private person. Or she could be just a mean person. Mean people and private people tended to avoid Evangeline and her cameras. Pfft. Their loss. She made her way over to Blair and gave him a tight hug. “Hey! I've got a plate already cooked up if you want it. Oh — I'm getting off early today! Swing ‘round by my place around lunch? If you can, that is.”
She dodged a swat at her ribs with a snicker as he left with his plate. “Evan! “We need more strawberry sweet rolls!” Jess from the counter called out to her in a rushed manner. Rachel was the one that Evangeline had called yesterday and asked to come in early to start on the baking at least an hour before open. But she didn't. Luckily, Evangeline was able to get a couple dozen muffins and sweet rolls into the oven with her biscuits. “l'm comin'! I'm comin‘! Just hold yer horses!” Evangeline called back out as she topped off the sweet rolls with a drizzle of icing before nudging one of the other cooks. “Jamie, can you get some french toast on the stove? I'd appreciate it so very much, lovie!” Tray in hand, the sunny Southerner made her way out front and began to set the fresh food on display with the others. “Sorry I'm late! The bed was just too damn comfortable.” Rachel walked in and immediately commanded attention of everyone as she spoke loudly and sashayed to the kitchen. “I really did try to come in, Evan. Truly — But I just got this new Sert—” She was stopped with Evangeline's hand over her mouth. “Shut yer trap and get to work.” Evangeline sighed and wiped her hands against her apron before moving past the counter and taking a seat across from Gordon. “Get rid of her. Please. All she ever does is show up late. She's only a good worker when she wants to be and that's hardly ever. C'mon — She's been here for a month and everyone already hates her. Even me. She flirts more than she cooks and if she finds someone cute enough, she just takes off from work.” Evangeline ranted under her breath, hardly the type to make it known when she was cross with someone. Gordon gave a light chuckle and crossed his arms over his chest. “If you were a manager. you could fire her yourself.” He reached towards his plate and cut a wedge out of his sausage before shrugging. “I'll fire her when I finish — But you should really consider my offer. We can work out the details.”
Nodding her head, she stood and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “Thanks Gordy” She gave a fond smile before catching sight of Blair entering shortly before Harper. She didn't know much about Harper and sometimes it seemed like the dancer tried to avoid her. It wasn't like it was anything new to her — That just meant that she was a private person. Or she could be just a mean person. Mean people and private people tended to avoid Evangeline and her cameras. Pfft. Their loss. She made her way over to Blair and gave him a tight hug. “Hey! I've got a plate already cooked up if you want it. Oh — I'm getting off early today! Swing ‘round by my place around lunch? If you can, that is.”