Day 9.

Early morning on the first day of the week. Sleepy. A good morning though. I worked counter. Called out drinks. I would say I prefer that, to making the drinks, but I don't. I like working with the coffee instead of just smelling it. But I don't make as many mistakes when I just stand and wear my apron and sequined gold flats as I do blending mochas and steeping chai tea.

Total mistakes: 31
Total customers: 67
You see why it was a good morning?

Jack was hilarious. He had bed-head. And tired eyes. Dark circles. I think he was out late last night. I asked him.
"Last night?" he said. "Wasn't it Sunday?"
I nodded.
"I was street preaching."
Did I mention I've just found out Jack is a 'zealous' Christian?

He is.

All of the Bible college students who wander in everyday know him. The preacher doesn't even have to order his drink. Jack knows it by heart. He comments in on the Bible Studies that happen once a week. And he has a 'LoveJesus' sign on the back of his bicycle.
I didn't know this till today.

We are sure to have some interesting conversations in the future. I won't get religious here, I won't say exactly what I believe, but I will tell you it's not as 'deep' as what Jack believes.
And Sullivan.
Sullivan doesn't even go to Church.
I find them an interesting pair.
Best friends.
The Bible-thumper and the atheist baristas.
And me.
In the middle.
About to wear a pair of slippers tomorrow because she's so tired.

We'll see.
xo, Delia.