8I WROTE MORE WORDS.
Mind you, this isn't supposed to be a real story. Kinda. This is a venting piece where I complain about my former manager. Don't mind me as I spice up my experience at the Starbucks kiosk.
Don't mind me for starting the chapter with the standard exclamation again. Alrighty then. Here we go:
EXCUSE ME, BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
WHO WAS THIS ATTRACTIVE HUMAN MALE AND WHY WAS HE WALKING TOWARD ME WITH A GREEN STARBUCKS APRON AND A BLACK STARBUCKS HAT IN HIS HANDS?
Actually, wait. Let me back track.
Saturday started off okay, much to my surprise. Thought I was disgruntled at the waking-up-early part, I got to work and was instantly overjoyed to find that everything was in place, everything was stocked, and everything was ready for me to start messing with it.
Example: The tea bags for the Passion, Black and Green teas were in their pitchers, ready for me to make.
Another Example: The pastry case was empty, save for the paper lining the inside and the name tags for the pastries I would put inside.
Yet Another Example: The syrups and sauces were lined up in order, with none missing and none needing to be replaced due to low content.
After I was done with my morning duties, the regular customers started coming in. The ones who needed to pick up something for lunch (from the store) and their morning coffee (from my kiosk) before heading to work or school.
From then on, I kept busy. Before I knew it, eight o'clock was here and Shelby was here to replace me.
She seemed genuinely apologetic when she arrived. "Sorry about the double, Bailey."
I sighed. "Can't be helped, can it?"
And without a further ado, I walked wearily to the break room to clock out, dreading the rest of my day.
And boy, was I ever correct to dread it.
Ahem. Back to the main story at hand.
I had just clocked back in at exactly noon when I noticed something strange about Shelby, who was waiting to clock out next to me.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
Shelby continued grinning weirdly. "You'll see. By the way, good luck."
At this, I frowned. "With what? The next eight hours?"
"No, dummy. I mean with your trainee."
Oh, balls. Almost forgot about him.
I was just entering the kiosk when I saw him.
He was tall with a rugged yet lanky build to him. Probably an athlete of some sort.
He had dark hair that was clipped neatly, giving him a clean-cut look.
He was also devastatingly handsome. With his bright brown eyes and dashing smile, he was most likely a charmer and knew it too.
Soooooo picture-taking worthy.
In fact… where the heck was my phone? I needed to take a photo of this delicious man. Pronto.
I had just fished out my Android from one of my apron pockets when I glanced up, only to find Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome's eyes trained on me.
Okay, NOW we can go back to my standard exclamation.
EXCUSE ME, BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
WHO WAS THIS ATTRACTIVE HUMAN MALE AND WHY WAS HE WALKING TOWARD ME WITH A GREEN STARBUCKS APRON AND A BLACK STARBUCKS HAT IN HIS HANDS?
Oh, Lord. Save me.
The head Store Manager was the one who introduced us to each other.
"Bailey, this is Kody," he started. "Kody, this is Bailey. I've got work to do so I'll leave you guys to it."
Wow. Thanks, Store Manager.
Once he had left, Kody looked down at me while I looked up at him.
"So… hi."
Kody smiled amusedly. "Hi."
I cleared my throat. "So… yeah. Welcome to Yen's Grocers. Or I guess, the Starbucks kiosk inside Yen's Grocers. Have you finished the computer training on how to handle the cash register?"
Kody nodded. "Yup. Completed it yesterday."
I sighed in relief. At least Bella had gotten something right. "Good. You can handle the register for now. Once it isn't as busy, we'll start with basic drinks."
My trainee (ohmygosh, I called him mine) raised a brow. "Basic drinks?"
"Latte, macchiato, cappuccino, frappuccino, Misto, hot tea, iced tea, and iced coffee."
Kody blinked. "Should I be taking notes?"
"Nope. Learn by doing, not studying."
Attractive he may be, but I wasn't going to let Kody take the easy way out. I couldn't. If I didn't train this aesthetically-pleasing being correctly, my job would be on the line.
"Alright then, Coffee Creamer."
"Oka—wait. What did you just call me?"
Kody grinned a stupendous grin and I instantly knew I was in trouble. "Your name's Bailey. Like Baileys, the coffee creamer. It's even more perfect since you're a barista."
I was more than confused. "Isn't Baileys also a brand of Irish liqueur?"
"Wow. I didn't know little girls were aware that liqueur existed," Kody smirked. "Especially ones as cute as you, Coffee Creamer."
…you know what? I may just kill him.
After I take multiple photos of him.
I kinda want a Kody. Someone make me one. Pretty please? :)