"Chelsea! Finally, you're here!"
Sheenah pulled me into the changing room as I entered inside.
"I thought the boss is going to murder me earlier."
She was teary-eyed, telling me what happened. "Okay, cheer up now. Go, you still have class," I said while patting her back.
"Thank you! I need to run to reach my Language class."
Sheenah is telling me this between hiccups.
"Okay. I need to get changing too!" I said and began undressing. I change my clothes into our crew uniform.
"Chels..."
I glanced at Sheenah. She was staring at me with an intent look.
"Hum?"
"You have a beautiful body," she said.
"Huh?"
"Oh, don't get it wrong!"
"I know..." I beamed at this shy girl.
"I wondered why most of the time, you only wear t-shirts. A lot of girls are spending wealth to get the body you have."
I laughed and replied to Sheenah, "I came here to study not to become a fashion model wearing fancy and signature clothes or coming to school naked, almost."
Sheenah giggled. But sadness flashes on her face. "Oh well, I can't afford those fancy things. So, I'm just wearing the same clothes each week."
I gaze out at Sheenah's sad face; I don't know what to say at this moment. Later, she walked toward the door to leave when she remembered something and turned her head to me.
"Oh. I'm sorry! The boss might look for the cashier now; you have to go!"
"Okay. Bye, Sheenah!" I bid farewell. Now I need to hurry.
After I finely braided my hair and wore a hairnet. I put on the visor on my head then quickly took over the counter in front of the cashier.
I serve ten customers when a noisy group arrives—the Collins.
"So what do you guys wanna order this time?"
I heard Bruce asking his cousins. I patiently waited for them to make an order. Yup. 'Patience is a Virtue.'
I want to raise my eyebrow as more customers are now lining up at the back. However, I must maintain my composure and plastered a friendly smile or a lecture from the boss.
"Good afternoon, sir! May I take your order now?"
"Yes, hi! Uhm. . . 3 milk tea, 1 Cappuccino, 2 Café Lattes. . ."
Bruce paused and glanced at his shoulder.
"... anyone?"
I heard someone yelling one Affogato and a Long Macchiato, so I wrote it down quickly on the piece of paper.
I mostly took the orders writing down first on the paper before I punched it to the monitor in front of me.
"There, 1 Affogato and a Long Macchiato."
Bruce returns his gaze to me with a gorgeous smile across his handsome face.
"I changed my mind! Another Affogato, Bruce!"
A female voice from behind, I don't need to look up to check on her. Well, like I'm saying, customers often change orders.
"Okay, sorry about that. . ."
Bruce apologizes, which he does not need, but I could sense his smile.
"No problem, I got it. Alright, I'll review the orders, sir... 2 Milk Tea, 1 Cappuccino, 2 Café Lattes, 2 Affogato, and a Long Macchiato."
"Yes."
"Donuts or sandwiches? Cakes or Cookies?" I look up and meet Bruce Collins's gray eyes.
But someone is leaning on the counter next to him, attempting to peep on the computer monitor in front of me.
"One Long Espresso," he ordered.
"Okay, sir! I'll add it up!" I quickly said, calming myself down not to punch this guy.
I already scanned the faces of the customers falling in line at the back of the Collins, and this guy wasn't there earlier... But now, he is too arrogant about cutting lines just because his cousins are ordering directly.
I just finished taking their orders and let John take care to make their lattes.
I want a confident guy out of my sight.