Day 21.

Finally back to normal. Isn't that something? I call waking up at 4AM normal. How insane. But I love my opening shift. I love it. Because then I know exactly where the raspberries are.
Jack was praying again today. But it was different this morning. He's usually so happy and joyful and kneeling with a smile on his face. I found him crying when I walked in. He looked crushed. Broken almost. Weeping and asking his "Father" to work everything out. Flat on his face. I was stunned. All I could do was stare at my purple flats with the little white bows embroidered on them until he was finished. And when he was, he wiped his eyes, gave me a hug, and got to work.
I will never understand Jack.

Total mistakes: 32
Total customers: 76

You probably think that those are gorgeous numbers, but the truth is, I screwed up so bad today. We had a special on raspberry turtledove mochas with extra chocolate, and because I am such a ditz sometimes, I ended up giving extraextraextraextra chocolate. The only way to explain it is this.
People were bringing back their drinks because half of the cup was filled with chocolate syrup.
I don't even know what I was doing. I guess I was distracted at the syrup pump. Like 16 times. Which is highly improbable but it happened nonetheless. I have no excuse.
Okay.
So I have been having chocolate withdrawls for a while. I decided to have a fast from the stuff. I started it a couple days ago. I work with chocolate everyday. It kills me. And maybe I thought if I got rid of it faster, it wouldn't be so tempting. Or maybe I just wanted to give the people what I couldn't have. I don't know.
All I know is, it made Jack laugh so hard.
And finally I just gave up and he and I had to drink 16 half chocolate syrup mochas by ourselves. There went my fast. But I don't really care. I saw a box of Swedish chocolates in Sullivan's car yesterday, and I'm pretty sure they're not for him. So I would've broken it anyway sooner or later. Probably tonight. Because he and I are going out.

I met Damien today too. He came in with his wife. I think she's supposed to be the peacekeeper, because the brothers didn't fight. At least Jack didn't. He was so sweet to them. He even gave them free coffee. And Marilynn(That's the wife) got extra organic whipped cream just because she asked. All Damien did was mope and mumble things about Alpine Retirement Home and stupid younger siblings and too many shots of espresso. He is really handsome. But the frown on his face pretty much cancels even the dimples he has. And he shows no affection for Jack. I don't even know how Jack can say he loves him. Or even how Lila can. The man acts like someone is pulling off each one of his fingernails with pliers all the time. It's insufferable.
But he had really nice shoes too.
Besides looks and taste in footwear, he and Jack have nothing in common whatsoever though.

Marilynn was nice.

Jack and I went back to my place with 4 crates of raspberries after our shift ended. He's actually in the kitchen now. I think he's still a bit upset about this whole day. He's humming some sad song. He never hums sad songs. Maybe I should tell Sullivan to cancel our date tonight and we can all eat pancakes and watch romantic movies till we fall asleep on each other. I don't want Jack to go home and pray for hours in his bedroom. I can already see him doing that. And besides, Lila has their Grandma tonight anyway.
Sullivan will be here in 20 minutes.
I need to find my hand-knitted slippers. I always watch movies in those slippers. And then maybe Jack and I will run to pick up a couple romantic comedies, and probably a war movie just for Sullivan, and some eggs. I don't have any eggs in my fridge.

Tomorrow I open again. I'm thinking my leather laced-up army style boots. The ones that always get mud on the soles and track it in everywhere.
xo, Delia.