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taking the customer’s orders and relaying them to the barista. Anything baked will also be your responsibility to plate or bag. It requires dealing with the public more than the barista, but the tips are better, too. Servers tip the baristas thirty percent of their tips at the end of their shift. I’d be happy to train you for whichever position you’d feel most comfortable with,” she offers. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I have successfully gained employment, my first step of independence in New York. I see a server wave Stella over, and she stands, excusing herself.
I use the time she’s gone to decide which position I’m most suited for. I’m not sure I’ll be great at either, but I need to at least try. I think about the barista and look over to see them moving expertly behind the counter. I’m clumsy and a daydreamer. There’s no way I’d be able to handle hot liquids, let alone remember some of the complex orders I’ve heard being shouted out around here. The only reason I can see not taking the server position, though, is Blaze. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to face him again, especially daily. But is that really enough of a reason to turn down a job I might be good at? A job that will help me support and keep Marie safe? I find the answer I’m looking for before Stella comes back and sits across from me.
“Well?” she asks cheerfully.
“I think I’ve decided to try the position of server. I think it would benefit me to interact with the public on a daily basis, and I hope that I would represent Frothy Moustache well by giving it my all every day I’m here,” I say, and she nods. “I am extremely grateful for this opportunity, and I will accept either position you decide to place me in,” I say, much quicker than I probably should have. Crap, could she even understand me? She laughs at my eagerness.
“I think you will do wonderfully as a server, Brynn. The position I need filled is actually during our rush hours. We’re a pretty busy store if you haven’t noticed,” she says looking around with pride. “Let’s start you out from 6:30-2:30 Monday through Friday. I know you have a sister you’re taking care of as well, so I’ll try and keep you during school hours, but it may not always be possible if you’re looking for overtime. How does that sound?” she asks.
“That sounds perfect, thank you again. I really appreciate the opportunity. You have no idea,” I say honestly. I can’t help the smile that has now spread across my face.
“I’m sure I do. Well, why don’t you grab something to eat, and I’ll go check the schedule to see when we’re able to start your training. I’ll grab you an apron, too. You’re welcome to wear your own clothes—black pants and a black shirt—as long as it has sleeves of some sort, it should be fine,” she says, motioning to her own outfit. I nod, and watch as she disappears into the back of the store. I decide to steer clear of the latte and croissant that remind me so much of Blaze and try a blueberry scone and a chai tea instead. I join Marie who’s already finished half of her bagel and is sipping on her tea.
“Well, how did it go?” she asks excitedly.
“I got the job,” I answer, and she lets out a quiet squeal. “I’m waiting to find out when I start. I’ll be there to pick you up from school, but you’ll have to get there on your own because I start at 6:30 in the morning. I’m a little bit worried about that,” I say searching her face to see how she feels about it.
“Brynn, I love you, but I’ll be fine. It’s only two blocks away, and you heard what Tara said. He can’t leave the state without a judge’s permission. Plus, he has absolutely no idea where we are, and no way to find out. We can’t live in fear of him. We just need to be aware that he exists until he’s behind bars,” she says matter of factly.
Stella returns with my apron and the schedule. I start full time, Monday to Friday next
I use the time she’s gone to decide which position I’m most suited for. I’m not sure I’ll be great at either, but I need to at least try. I think about the barista and look over to see them moving expertly behind the counter. I’m clumsy and a daydreamer. There’s no way I’d be able to handle hot liquids, let alone remember some of the complex orders I’ve heard being shouted out around here. The only reason I can see not taking the server position, though, is Blaze. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to face him again, especially daily. But is that really enough of a reason to turn down a job I might be good at? A job that will help me support and keep Marie safe? I find the answer I’m looking for before Stella comes back and sits across from me.
“Well?” she asks cheerfully.
“I think I’ve decided to try the position of server. I think it would benefit me to interact with the public on a daily basis, and I hope that I would represent Frothy Moustache well by giving it my all every day I’m here,” I say, and she nods. “I am extremely grateful for this opportunity, and I will accept either position you decide to place me in,” I say, much quicker than I probably should have. Crap, could she even understand me? She laughs at my eagerness.
“I think you will do wonderfully as a server, Brynn. The position I need filled is actually during our rush hours. We’re a pretty busy store if you haven’t noticed,” she says looking around with pride. “Let’s start you out from 6:30-2:30 Monday through Friday. I know you have a sister you’re taking care of as well, so I’ll try and keep you during school hours, but it may not always be possible if you’re looking for overtime. How does that sound?” she asks.
“That sounds perfect, thank you again. I really appreciate the opportunity. You have no idea,” I say honestly. I can’t help the smile that has now spread across my face.
“I’m sure I do. Well, why don’t you grab something to eat, and I’ll go check the schedule to see when we’re able to start your training. I’ll grab you an apron, too. You’re welcome to wear your own clothes—black pants and a black shirt—as long as it has sleeves of some sort, it should be fine,” she says, motioning to her own outfit. I nod, and watch as she disappears into the back of the store. I decide to steer clear of the latte and croissant that remind me so much of Blaze and try a blueberry scone and a chai tea instead. I join Marie who’s already finished half of her bagel and is sipping on her tea.
“Well, how did it go?” she asks excitedly.
“I got the job,” I answer, and she lets out a quiet squeal. “I’m waiting to find out when I start. I’ll be there to pick you up from school, but you’ll have to get there on your own because I start at 6:30 in the morning. I’m a little bit worried about that,” I say searching her face to see how she feels about it.
“Brynn, I love you, but I’ll be fine. It’s only two blocks away, and you heard what Tara said. He can’t leave the state without a judge’s permission. Plus, he has absolutely no idea where we are, and no way to find out. We can’t live in fear of him. We just need to be aware that he exists until he’s behind bars,” she says matter of factly.
Stella returns with my apron and the schedule. I start full time, Monday to Friday next
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