Day 8.

I think Thursday is my new favourite day of the week. It is lovely. Aside from my mistakes.

Total mistakes: 62
Total customers: 43
Darn.

Working with all three of us is getting to be hard. It's amazing. But hard. Sullivan and Jack work perfect. Jack and I work perfect. Sullivan and I are a nightmare. I don't know how Jack does it. I love Sullivan. Adore him really. But
he
is
so
hard
to
work
with.

I think it's just that he doesn't talk enough for me. When I'm with Jack there are words pouring into my ears all day. And when I say all day, I mean all day. He talks. About everything. From ferns to love to handkerchiefs. It's addicting.
And when he calls out the coffee,
it's
perfect.

Sullivan is quiet.

Today that was hard.
But I can't help still loving it. Even though I made 12 extra lattes. And put whipped cream on 3 no-whip drinks. And added shots of espresso when there wasn't supposed to be any shot of espresso.
I was freaking out.
Pulling out my messy hair.
Jack was laughing.
I
was
frustrated.

Then Sullivan reached across the counter, and
grabbed
my
hand.

He has such big hands. Such beautiful hands. Warm. Gorgeous. Safe. And in that moment, that was exactly what I needed.
Even though he's the worst communicating barista in ever, I still like him.

Because he holds my hand when my hand needs to be held.
And tells me he likes my yellow high heels.

xo, Delia