Coffee Beans

**April's POV**

I didn't get as much sleep as I intended, I woke up at noon, and Jesus, was I sweaty. I pulled soaking pieces of hair off of my face and fixed the comic book back on the table as it had fallen from my hands and on to the hardwood floor when I crashed. I pushed myself off of the leather couch and went upstairs to shower off the sticky and hot feeling that lingered on my skin. Today was a rather relaxing shower, I was in no rush to get to work at all.

I stepped out and scrubbed my face until I was sure all of the sweat in my pores had been extracted by my cleanser. I brushed my teeth and did my make-up perfectly for the first time in months. By the time I was finished, it was 1:00.I took a deep breath. and fixed the collar on my dress. My apron in hand and my purse in the other, I looked at myself int he mirror. I had the honorable privilege to face Boss man today. I walked out the door and locked the deadbolt.

Holding my head high, I walked into the diner. Boss man was already waiting for me, a white cloth, cleaning glasses and placing them on the shelf underneath the counter. "I knew you'd be back." he smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Your boyfriend just left." He smiled even more.
"Not my boyfriend." I said pushing him out of the way and grabbing the cloth.
He decided to be a total ass-wipe today and continued to bother me, "A hazel eyed angel in a trench coat swoops down and saves you with the power of a long black coffee and a scrap of paper he calls a comic. With one flip of his black hair, you are sent off to New York, living the dream in a studio apartment with a small dog and all of the money in the world." His hands were on top of my shoulders, squeezing and digging his thumbs into my muscles.
"Get off me." I said flatly. He took his hands off of me at once, remembering the beating he got last time. I continued wiping down glassware and the counter. I wondered why Gerard was here at noon. Usually he would be here for morning and evening. He rarely came in for lunch.

***Earlier***
**Gerard's POV**
I walked into the diner. My hair was messy, my clothes didn't have much thought put into them, and I felt like absolute shit. Seriously, I was pairing a black concert t-shirt with black jeans and a black leather jacket.

I didn't even sit down yet when that greasy man walked out. He just stared at me.
"Is April back?" I said, not even the slightest bit polite.
"Nope! She quit." He replied in the usual smart-ass tone.
"Fuck!" I blurted and turned to walk out of the diner. I hurried myself to work. Not that I needed to be there anyways. Nobody really came in here except for the occasional teenager.

Great. Now I had nothing. My comic book store rarely made a sale, my wife divorced me, I'm living off of my younger brother's houses, and now my pick-me-up was somewhere in this city, but not where I can get to her. Fuck me.

This was going to be a long day.

***Present time***
**April's POV**
"And you get to work the midnight shift." Boss man laughed.
Fuck. I'm going to have the sleeping schedule of a single mother with eight kids. I sighed, "Never bothered me." I mumbled.Luckily Boss man had waddled off to the kitchen.

This was going to be a long night.

Notes

R rated stuff just around the corner!