Coffee Beans

**April's POV**

I watched as the handsome young man left the diner. He must be in his early twenties. Oh god, those perfect teeth, that hair, those eyes! There wasn't anyhting that mesmorized me more than his cheekbones. Oh lord.

Boss man walked out of the kitchen and stared at me. I turned aorund to find him posing as suductivly as he could. He was wearing a brown leather trench coat and he managed to pull his greasy mass of hair in front of his eyes. "Long black." Was all he said, wiggling his bushy eyebrowns at me.
I kind of wanted to lauhg, but instead I just spat. "That coat really brings out you inner pedo." I rolled my eyes and pulled my little notebook as another person walked in. Before exiting the little french doors behind the counter, I turned back, "Sorry, your EVERYTHING brings out your pedo." I walked up to a booth and took their order. They wanted speghetti... for breakfast? Hungover or a fucked up sleeping schedule I had to make it anyway.

I jumped the counter this time and pulled back the cutian to the kitchen. A thin Thwanese man worked in there I never caught his name for the four-ish months he's been working. I handed him the sheet of paper. "Order of spaghetti." I said laughing.

"Right away?" He adjected his hair net. The man was making bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Not that anyone really came here in the mornings, but it was helpful to have on deck incase I needed a tip. He began boiling a pot of water and cooking mince meat.

I took one last look at the little person before I felt something very warm and squishy against my face. Oh fuck, not again. Boss man was pushing himself against me. His undwashed hands pressed my head further into the space between his gut and his boobs. He stroked my hair. "What the almighty FUCK are you doing!?" I said as I used one knee to swiftly punt him where he breathes. He didn't make any noise except for a painful squeak in his throat. I grabbed my bag and left. I made my money for the day. I didn't need this.

***

I got home and started banging my hands against the bathroom door. "April, you fuck up!" I managed to break a sweat form all of the punching and hitting I was doing to the door as well as a heap of towels. My hair plastered to my face. I couldn't go back to work. I couldn't face my boss or any customers. I decided to call it a day, even though it was only ten int he morning. I pulled my baggy t-shirt back on and turned on the T.V. All that was on was Dr. Phil and Oprah. I personally hated these shows, but it was something. So I watched and it eventually sang me to sleep.

Notes

Short chapter, but I promise to make it up to you in the next one!