Josh is your stereotypical school nerd, good grades, always follow the rules, always do their homework, et cetera. The only thing that makes him different from your stereotypical school nerd is that he is gay.
Clayton is your typical idiotic footbal...
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"Thank you! Please come again!" I bid them farewell as I wiped the counters,
I looked up at the clock, 10:01 p.m., I should close my shift now, as I tell myself. I rinsed the cloth to make sure it's clean and then cleaned the cash register area.
As I was wiping the kitchen counter, I heard the bell that was hanged on the door rang when I was washing the cloth.
"Sorry, we're closed," I told them, not bothering to turn around to look at them, as clearly the sign at the door says that the operating times are from 8 am. to 10 a.m. on weekdays,
"Um, I'm really sorry, but can I have a cup of coffee..?" the person said, but something feels strange, that voice sounds familiar...
I turned around to look who it is, ah, Clayton Jones, your typical 'hot masculine fuckboy jock' who plays with girls' feelings, either start a relationship with them and then months later break up with them, or just have sex with them and then leaving them traumatized for life. Yikes, I know, but that's what Mr. Jones is, not to mention he played with my twin sister, Jenna, 's feelings quite sometime back.
I still remembered how devastated she was when she came home running into the living room crying, collapsing on the couch. She didn't even come out of her bedroom for like 2 weeks, until I had to drag her ass out of bed cause mom was worried about her. But gosh I hated those times, it felt like she was having PMS for 2 months. Jesus,
"I'm not gonna repeat myself," I rolled my eyes towards Clayton,
"Please?" he looked at me,
Gosh, should I make him his coffee? He seems like he really needs it, but the cafe is closed now, that would be unfair towards other customers if I am serving Clayton this late at night. But what if I'm being a dick towards him right now and he might hate me it?
After some thinking,
"You're lucky that I'm nice," I sighed, tightening my loose apron, and while Clayton gave a wide smile,
"What coffee do you want, don't be those complicated coffee orders or I will kill you," I shot a death glare at him, hoping that it helps the statement I gave to him just now, trying to keep a straight face.
"Kinky, actually I would just like a cup of black coffee," he gave a smile,
"Alright.. what size?" I asked,
"Venti? Grande? Wait fuck what are those size names again?" he groaned as he is trying to remember the coffee cup size names,
"Dude, you can just tell me what size you want normally, we ain't Starbucks here, it's just a small, vintage, coffee shop," I rolled my eyes,
"Oh, alright, I'll have a large size then,"
"Right, that'd be 7 dollars,"
"Here," as he handed me the exact amount of money, thank god.
