Post by Alessandra Harper on Sept 17, 2009 13:13:17 GMT -5
She stepped away from the window, hating how dark and dingy the city looked this close to closing. Absently, she pulled her hair back into messy pony tail before going back about her duties. Being a barista in a high end coffee shop was nothing short of tiring. Every single person that walked through that door was incredibly rushed and picky. If you messed up, even a little, they would let you know, and they were rarely polite about it.
Muttering darkly, the petite woman began making herself a simple iced mocha. One of the perks about working the later shifts was that the managers would typically look the other way if you made yourself a couple cups. Said manager was packing up and leaving right as she was drizzling a thick coating of chocolate on top of her chilled drink.
“You think you’ll be okay with closing?” The obviously exhausted older woman asked as she paused at the door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine.” Alessandra assured her. “You’ve been here since noon, you should really get home.” Most people hated their boss’. Al didn’t. Linda was fair and usually kind of funny, even when she didn’t mean to be. “Seriously, you look like hell.” Smirking, she winked at the brunette.
Linda just laughed and shook her head. “I feel like hell. Well, I’ll see you on Monday then.” With that, she pushed open the door and exited the chic little café, leaving Al alone. Normally, she would have been a bit on edge about being alone in a well off shop placed right at the heart of the inner city. She just didn’t have it in her tonight.
“Only an hour. Only one more fucking hour, then I can strip down to my skivvies and hibernate for the rest of the weekend.” What a pleasant thought. Sighing dreamily, she took a small sip of her incredibly chocolaty drink. It would surprise the holy hell out of her if she had any more customers that night. Which meant she could run to the back room and change into her street clothes early.
Smiling to herself, she set down her drink and headed into the employee break slash locker room. Slipping out of the plain long sleeved black shirt and slacks, she sighed in relief. It wasn’t that the outfit itself was so terrible, it was more that removing them assured her that she would be home soon. She all but hopped into her dark wash skinny jeans, clingy; low cut white tank, and bright red leopard print hoodie. Tucking her pants neatly into her glossy black calf length, high heeled boots, she marched back out into the main room. Before she could pick up her drink, the small warning chime alerted her of a customer.
Muttering darkly, the petite woman began making herself a simple iced mocha. One of the perks about working the later shifts was that the managers would typically look the other way if you made yourself a couple cups. Said manager was packing up and leaving right as she was drizzling a thick coating of chocolate on top of her chilled drink.
“You think you’ll be okay with closing?” The obviously exhausted older woman asked as she paused at the door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine.” Alessandra assured her. “You’ve been here since noon, you should really get home.” Most people hated their boss’. Al didn’t. Linda was fair and usually kind of funny, even when she didn’t mean to be. “Seriously, you look like hell.” Smirking, she winked at the brunette.
Linda just laughed and shook her head. “I feel like hell. Well, I’ll see you on Monday then.” With that, she pushed open the door and exited the chic little café, leaving Al alone. Normally, she would have been a bit on edge about being alone in a well off shop placed right at the heart of the inner city. She just didn’t have it in her tonight.
“Only an hour. Only one more fucking hour, then I can strip down to my skivvies and hibernate for the rest of the weekend.” What a pleasant thought. Sighing dreamily, she took a small sip of her incredibly chocolaty drink. It would surprise the holy hell out of her if she had any more customers that night. Which meant she could run to the back room and change into her street clothes early.
Smiling to herself, she set down her drink and headed into the employee break slash locker room. Slipping out of the plain long sleeved black shirt and slacks, she sighed in relief. It wasn’t that the outfit itself was so terrible, it was more that removing them assured her that she would be home soon. She all but hopped into her dark wash skinny jeans, clingy; low cut white tank, and bright red leopard print hoodie. Tucking her pants neatly into her glossy black calf length, high heeled boots, she marched back out into the main room. Before she could pick up her drink, the small warning chime alerted her of a customer.
