"So, how's everything been going with training Alaric?"
Hanna, Chris and I were in the cafe. After a long day of school, this was the best way to cool down. I've been training Alaric for two week now and nothing has changed.
"I don't even know what to do anymore. He's just not getting it," I tell them, playing with my food. Instead of helping my blackouts, training Alaric has actually made them worst. No one sees it because whenever I feel them about to happen, I try to isolate myself until there done.
"What's the problem," Hanna asks, taking a sip of her drink. I breath out a sigh.
"Whatever I teach him goes through one ear and out the other. He won't stand up to anyone and he avoids me when it's time for breakfast, so I won't drag him in again like last time. Combat is even worst. I even try yelling at his thick skull and it just bounces right off."
"How exactly do you try teaching him," Chris asks. I felt like pulling my hair out.
"I just tell him what to do and when he doesn't do it right, I yell at him or push him harder. The instructions are simple. It shouldn't be hard for him to follow."
"Anne, I know you have a temper, but you should know that's not the right way to teach anyone. Plus, everyone has a different method of learning things. You just need to learn which way is right for Alaric." I had to admit. What Hanna said was very wise.
"I understand what your saying, but I don't think my mind will allow me to do that. I try to stay calm, but it's really hard," I tell them, but they probably won't really understand because they don't know about what goes on in my head.
"Maybe you should find a way to calm yourself. Maybe like a hobby," Chris says, sounding like my therapist. Helping Alaric was supposed to be my hobby.
"How about a job," Hanna says, looking over at something. I looked in the same direction as her and saw one of the employees hanging a now hiring sign on the door of the cafe.
"Wouldn't a job just stress me out more?" At this point, I was starting to pout and slouch.
"It should get your mind off of things, but if it stresses you out, you can always quit. How stressful can making coffee be?"
"Alright. I'll try it." I get up from my seat and walk up to the employee that hanged the sign. He was cleaning off a table that a group of people just got up from.
It never hurts to try.
"Excuse me." He stopped cleaning the table and looked up at me with his bright eyes. His personality shines through his mop of blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and nice smile. I think he even had dimples.
"How may I help you?" I couldn't help, but smile. He's already rubbing off on me.
"I saw that you guys were hiring and wanted to know if I could apply."
"Yeah, we're taking anyone. As long as you can work with the others, speak well with the customers, amd know how to use the coffee machine, your all set. If your not busy right now, I can show you the ropes."
I looked back at the table where the girls were and they seemed to be busy talking anyways. "Yeah, that would be great."
"By the way, the name's Tarry." He pulled his hand out for me to shake and I returned the gesture.
"I'm Anne."
"Great. Let's get started." We head behind the cafe and he hands me an apron. I tie it around my waist, while he sets up everything.
"I'm ready," I tell him. Tarry runs me through everything. He teaches me different drinks to make and what to say to customers.
He was really helpful with everything. I found out more about him and he asked questions about me. Of course, I didn't tell him I was a witch. He's human.
He told me he had two sisters. One older than him by a couple of months and one younger that was six years old. His mom owns a boutique and his dad is a history teacher at our high school. I was surprised that he went to school with me because I'd never seen him in the halls and I'm pretty sure I'd spot someone as beautiful as him.
"I think you've got the hang of everything."
"Thanks alot, Tarry. I don't have to talk to the manager or anything," I ask him.
"I am the manager," he says. He keeps and straight face, but we both start laughing. "No, I'm serious," he says, calming down from his laughter. A smile plastered on his face.
"How? Your so young." Tarry was a junior, but he would have been a senior if his birthday wasn't late. When I imagine a manager of a place, I imagine a middle aged man and woman. Tarry was definitely not that.
His soccer, fit body could never look like a middle aged man.
"Our school has a culinary course and once you get the certificate, your able to get any position in the food business, including manager. The people here had to get used to me being young, but I do my job great."
"Well, it was nice meeting you, manager," I say with a curtsy. "I shouldn't keep my friends waiting any longer." We said our goodbyes and settled my schedule for everyday after school. The girls came here everyday after school anyways.
"How'd it go," Chris asked first. We were heading back to the school parking lot where Hanna's car was.
"Great. I think I did the right thing."
"And the cutie," Hanna asks, doing something weird with her eyebrows and I laugh. "I saw you putting on the moves."
"Those were not the moves. I was just being friendly."
"Suurreeee," the girls said in unison.