Day 1.

I wore my bright yellow heels. The aqua coloured pumps were buried too far in my closet. And who wants to go digging through the piles of lace and dresses and shoes? NOT ME. Besides, sunshine on my feet would make my mess-ups less apparent.
Maybe.

It started out beautifully. If you can say a 4am wake up call is beautiful. But I did get to wear a cute little apron. It's the colour of meringue. And even through tired eyelids, coffee is always beautiful. Not to mention Jack.
Jack is the barista I work with. He is hilarious. To put it shortly, he has hair the colour of gingerbread. His hands are big. He wears really nice jeans. And he was barefoot the whole day. HE IS BEAUTIFULLY FUNNY.

I work counter. (But I did start training for making drinks.) I was doing fine. Till the first customer came in. He was a regular. At least that's what Jack whispered in my ear.
According to him, they all have names. I think he introduced himself as Spencer. But Jack called him "double shot mocha." I just thought he looked like Mr.wrinkledsuitgettinguptooearlyforhimself. But, who knows.
Anyway, he tried to flirt with me. But that wasn't what messed me up. He talked really fast. And I could have sworn he said he wanted a quad shot mocha. So that's what I told Jack. And he gave me an unsure look. And asked me if I was sure. And I told him yes. I didn't want to ask Mr.suit if I was right.
Jack made the drink.
Mr.suit put the sleeve on it.
He was 4 steps from the door when he spit it out and went completely crazy for a man who was only half awake on his way to work.
I didn't know people were capable of telling four shots of espresso from two.
Mr.suit could.

The day went downhill from there.
I made 38 mistakes on calls for coffee.
There was only 32 customers.
You can imagine how badly I blushed.
All I can say is,
it's a good thing the manager has a crush on me.
And,
THANK HEAVENS FOR JACK&YELLOW HIGH HEELS.

We'll see about tomorrow.
I open with Jack again.
I'm thinking magenta shoes.

xo, Delia