Light Gathers Darkness | 18+

4.

I groan.

Those three Sex on the Beaches are getting their revenge now. And I'm at work.

I drink another coffee. It helps a little, but not enough to lighten my mood. I can't offer it to appear all happy and jumpy for the costumers, so I just let it be.

"Damn, you look horrible."

I turn around, a death glare shooting out of my eyes. Who in the fucking world has the nerves to say that?

"Hi David," I sigh. He grins and walks around the counter. "Hey, babe." His eyes glance at miss Elisabeth, who's enjoying this a little too much.

I nod at him and he gives me a small hug. "Thanks," he whispers. I give him a little wink and a small shrug. "Anything for you, honeyponey."

His eyes narrow. "I despise that name." I smirk and shrug, my mood a little better. "Learn living with it."

He stays at my side, asking me questions about my life until my head hearts. "David, I have a hangover. Please stop talking," I sigh after an hour. Honestly, I'm surprised I've hold it that long.

He grins. "Did my girlfriend go party last night? Ooh, spill the tea. Where there any hot guys?" His eyes glinster. I blush and shake my head, but he sees through me.

"Did we hook up?" he whispers. I glance at his grandma, who's happily talking to a friend of hers. "We didn't," I hiss back, pretending to be busy with cleaning the counter.

"Ooh, we so did," he grins. I ignore him and wipe the bowls for the third time. "Fine. You want me to talk about my last hook up first?" That picks my interest.

I turn around and lean against the counter. "Yes. Tell me about him." A smile lights up his face. "Like, two weeks ago I met this guy at work and—" "You hooked up with your colleague?" My jaw drops. "You can get fired for that!"

He narrows his eyes at me. Then, in a miserable attempt to mock me, "We didn't hook up!" I slap his arm. "And that's not my voice."

He shrugs. "It looked like it." I shake my head, laughing. "Now, tell me about him. You did hook up, I just dry humped my guy. Go on."

His eyebrows shoot in the air. "I have to do it with dry humping while you get details about the best hook up of my life? Ha, no way."

I slap his arm again, making him jump away from me. "And that hurts, woman!" I cock an eyebrow and raise my hand again, but he holds his up in surrender. "Have mercy on me! I'll tell you, please don't kill me!"

Thought so.

"So two weeks ago I met this guy at work and he kept flirting with me. Babe, you should've seen his butt," he dreams happily. I motion for him to go on. "Anyways, a week ago he finally asked me out after like making out for two hours in his office."

I gasp and nudge him softly. He yelps anyway, rubbing the spot. "I am done with you," he scowls and walks to the end of the bar, then quickly returns. "Never mind, grandma's free."

"Go on with the hook up," I smile. He frowns. "Do you promise to not hit me again?" "Yes." No.

"So we went on a date and then we fucked in his car. It was the absolute best ever," he sighs happily. "So are you a couple now? How's it going at work?"

He frowns, looking at my face. "What do you mean? I'm in for a redo, but I don't think he is. He keeps glancing at me, but we haven't spoken a word."

Oh, this poor innocent boy.

"Then why don't you ask him out for another date? What's the worst that could happen?" I sip my coffee. He blinks, as if it's obvious what the worst is.

"Um, he could reject me?" He motions with his arm, as if stating the obvious truth. I shrug, "So? It's not much to lose, if you don't speak to him anyway."

He slaps his forehead. "Daisy, he's my boss. Well, the assistant of my boss, but still. Horrible things could happen."

I shrug. "I'm sure your grandma would let you work here. But then don't make it a habit to hook up with colleagues." I cock an eyebrow. He rolls his eyes.

"I like my work. Besides, how the fuck do you make coffee? I have my girlfriend for that," he winks. I chuckle.

His eyes widen. "Fuck, grandma's looking at us very suspiciously. What do we do?" And he's going into panic mode.

I open my arms, inviting him in a hug. He quickly obeys and presses our cheeks against each other. I frown. "What are you doing?"

"It looks like we're kissing that way," he whispers. Oh. The bell rings, indicating a costumer came in. I shut my eyes. Oh no.

"Three black coffees."

I turn around to see three men in suit. They look alike, all broad and tall and muscular. But one has darker hair, the other is taller and the third has tattoos. 

"That's not how you ask it," I tell them. David moves away from me, shaking his head and muttering, "Crazy woman."

The one in the middle frowns and leans with his two hands on the counter. He's trying to intimidate me. Ha.

"That's not how you ask what?" He sounds genuinely confused. I bend down, blinking innocently. "It's three black coffees, please."

He chuckles lowly before standing up straight. I swallow. He is very tall, though. "We don't say please, butterfly."

I shrug and turn around, pretending to be busy. "Then no coffee for you." 

"That could costs you a lot, such a big mouth," the one on the left says. I let out a huff. "Cost me what? Time? Yep."

The one on the third smirks. "You didn't mind me stealing your time yesterday, did you, kitten?"

I whirl around, eyes with shock. Then, they widen again in recognition. It's the guy from the club. 

"U-uh—" "Three black coffees, please," the one in the middle says. I nod, sheepishly and make my way for the coffee.

Who the hell drinks their coffees plain black?