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,” says the voice again.
“ Do you have a girlfriend ?” I ask him.
“Uh,” he replies, seeming to be caught off guard. “No, no, she’s not my girlfriend, just a friend.”
“Your friend who you call your girlfriend on your phone?”
“I mean, ex! She’s my ex.”
I stood up to put my clothes back on myself. Josh is about as dumb as he was hot.
“What a sham e,” I say, looking back at his perfect body lying naked on the bed.
“What’s a shame? ” he asks. “Why are you putting your clothes back on?”
“Thanks for the fuck, but I’m not doin g this with you anymore,” I say. Then I walk toward the door. Josh stands up and put his arms out to his sides.
“Aw, c’mon, baby!”
“Baby?” I ask as I pulled open the door. “Your baby is the one calling. You better answer it before she leaves you, too.”
I slam the door, leaving him there alone with the phone ringing.
The Coffee Shop
“Sierra!” yells my boss, Lou. “We need more scones!”
I am deep in the backroom, unwrapping what I can of pastries we seem to be constantly running out of them.
“I’m coming!” I yell ba ck. Finally, I finish the case and push through the swinging doors. It’s a good thing that I work in a fast-paced environment to keep my mind off of my guy problems. Sure, Josh was just another idiot in the mix, not that I sleep around much. Though I do like to have fun a couple of time a week with a regular guy. So, the reality is, my “guy problem” is that I no longer have a guy– and that’s the problem.
“M rs. Walden, over there, needs a scone,” my manager Lou explains as I rush beyond the coffee shop counters with pastries on tiny white plates. I find a small, elderly woman sitting at a table.
“Here is your scone, Mrs. Walden,” I say with a smile as I place it onto the counter in front of her. A bustle of people starts maneuvering around me.
“This table is filthy!” yells the old woman with a sour look on her wrinkled face. I examine the table and don’t see any signs of leftover food crumbs.
“I apologize for that, Mrs. Walden,” I respond. “I can get something to wipe it down for you. ”
“With what?” demands the old woman. “One of those awful cum rags you keep in the back room? Go fuck yourself!” She then stands up, grabs one of the scones from my hand, and carefu lly walks toward the exit. I stand there with my mouth agape when my manager screams at me again.
“ SIERRA !”
“Coming,” I say, reluctantly, as I circle back around the counters.
“I need you to take the registers,” Lou yells as he runs into the backroom. I look ahead and see a line of angry, impatient people.
“Hangin’ in there?” asks my coworker, Zeda.
“Trying to!” I gasp.
“Just breathe,” she says. “And then get yourself laid ASAP.”
I laugh with her. Little does she know, I just got laid last night. A very, very good lay– that is, if we all dismiss the fact that the guy I was fucking has a girlfriend. Since I recently moved to the city of Eastgate, I have made only a few friends. Zeda and I have gone out for a beer after work before, and she’s good company. However, the store we work at closes at 3pm, so usually this is just for an afternoon drink, which is the worst time to flirt with guys.
“How can I help you today?” I ask while smiling to a n overweight man with a stained shirt standing in front of the counter.
“You can help me ,” he grunts. “Give me one of them sweet ones with your face on it.” He smiles showing a row of yellow teeth.
“Oh, sir, you’re making me blush,” I say without trying to sound obvious that I’m completely repulsed by him. I’m always too nice to people who are being rude to me.
“When are we gonna hit out on a date , doll?” grunts the man with the stains. “I like a big woman… I’ll show you a fun ass time!”
“Uh…” I look for something to say something to reject him without pissing off my boss.
“ Excuse
“ Do you have a girlfriend ?” I ask him.
“Uh,” he replies, seeming to be caught off guard. “No, no, she’s not my girlfriend, just a friend.”
“Your friend who you call your girlfriend on your phone?”
“I mean, ex! She’s my ex.”
I stood up to put my clothes back on myself. Josh is about as dumb as he was hot.
“What a sham e,” I say, looking back at his perfect body lying naked on the bed.
“What’s a shame? ” he asks. “Why are you putting your clothes back on?”
“Thanks for the fuck, but I’m not doin g this with you anymore,” I say. Then I walk toward the door. Josh stands up and put his arms out to his sides.
“Aw, c’mon, baby!”
“Baby?” I ask as I pulled open the door. “Your baby is the one calling. You better answer it before she leaves you, too.”
I slam the door, leaving him there alone with the phone ringing.
The Coffee Shop
“Sierra!” yells my boss, Lou. “We need more scones!”
I am deep in the backroom, unwrapping what I can of pastries we seem to be constantly running out of them.
“I’m coming!” I yell ba ck. Finally, I finish the case and push through the swinging doors. It’s a good thing that I work in a fast-paced environment to keep my mind off of my guy problems. Sure, Josh was just another idiot in the mix, not that I sleep around much. Though I do like to have fun a couple of time a week with a regular guy. So, the reality is, my “guy problem” is that I no longer have a guy– and that’s the problem.
“M rs. Walden, over there, needs a scone,” my manager Lou explains as I rush beyond the coffee shop counters with pastries on tiny white plates. I find a small, elderly woman sitting at a table.
“Here is your scone, Mrs. Walden,” I say with a smile as I place it onto the counter in front of her. A bustle of people starts maneuvering around me.
“This table is filthy!” yells the old woman with a sour look on her wrinkled face. I examine the table and don’t see any signs of leftover food crumbs.
“I apologize for that, Mrs. Walden,” I respond. “I can get something to wipe it down for you. ”
“With what?” demands the old woman. “One of those awful cum rags you keep in the back room? Go fuck yourself!” She then stands up, grabs one of the scones from my hand, and carefu lly walks toward the exit. I stand there with my mouth agape when my manager screams at me again.
“ SIERRA !”
“Coming,” I say, reluctantly, as I circle back around the counters.
“I need you to take the registers,” Lou yells as he runs into the backroom. I look ahead and see a line of angry, impatient people.
“Hangin’ in there?” asks my coworker, Zeda.
“Trying to!” I gasp.
“Just breathe,” she says. “And then get yourself laid ASAP.”
I laugh with her. Little does she know, I just got laid last night. A very, very good lay– that is, if we all dismiss the fact that the guy I was fucking has a girlfriend. Since I recently moved to the city of Eastgate, I have made only a few friends. Zeda and I have gone out for a beer after work before, and she’s good company. However, the store we work at closes at 3pm, so usually this is just for an afternoon drink, which is the worst time to flirt with guys.
“How can I help you today?” I ask while smiling to a n overweight man with a stained shirt standing in front of the counter.
“You can help me ,” he grunts. “Give me one of them sweet ones with your face on it.” He smiles showing a row of yellow teeth.
“Oh, sir, you’re making me blush,” I say without trying to sound obvious that I’m completely repulsed by him. I’m always too nice to people who are being rude to me.
“When are we gonna hit out on a date , doll?” grunts the man with the stains. “I like a big woman… I’ll show you a fun ass time!”
“Uh…” I look for something to say something to reject him without pissing off my boss.
“ Excuse
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