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--Sumi--

@--Sumi--

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Posted: 9 years ago

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"Good morning, Mrs. Briganza. Did you sleep well last night?" I greeted my employer happily, Mrs. Briganza , a 60 year-old widow. I was concerned because she often had severe headaches and couldn't sleep well at night.

Mrs. Briganza owned the small Coffee shop, in London , where I got my family's bread and butter. I worked from eight a.m. till one p.m. Monday to Friday as a cashier.

The place was understaff, so I often worked all around. I did the waitressing, coffee preparation, and sometimes cleaning the place after work. I couldn't complain, since Mrs. Briganza was paying me well. Actually, not so well, but enough for my family to eat a decent meal every day and pay off the bills.

"Hi zoya, yes, I did. The pain reliever I took last night finally worked." She smiled adoringly at me.86

"That's good. What did the doctor say?" I asked while putting my worn-out leather bag and old knitted coat inside a closet, and then I adjusted eye glasses, to clean the lenses.

"It's just a migraine, nothing serious."

I was relieved that finally she listened to me. I told her several times to seek medical attention, but she wouldn't. She had a phobia of hospitals, medical clinics, syringes and doctors. She probably had a traumatic experience when she was a kid.

"Zoya, I'll be in the kitchen. Just call me if you need help."

"Sure Mrs. Briganza" I put on a black apron, getting ready for the first customer. I went inside the bar counter and turned on, the electronic cash register, as well as the coffee machines.

I learned how to prepare coffee from Mrs. Briganza.For almost a year that I'd been working in the coffee shop, he taught me how to do the coffee art works and the techniques in preparing a very good espresso. I learned the barista's complete guide to coffee and embraced the knowledge wholeheartedly.

I was cleaning the bar counter when the first customers came inside. Two men wearing black suit and dark glasses entered the coffee shop. They reminded me of the movie, 'Men in Black.'

I looked at the tall-clad figure of the man who came in first. He was younger than the other man. He halted at the front door and his eyes scanned the room. He stood there, tall, devilishly handsome, with a beautifully proportioned body.

I froze. My mind stopped working and my body turned numb. Something about his appearance disturbed me. He looked vaguely familiar.

Is he a model or a celebrity? He was probably into sports, because of his athletic physique.

His dark glasses hid his eyes. It was impossible to find out where his eyes were focusing on. But I was certain that he was not looking at me. He carried himself with a commanding air of self confidence. He looked very powerful and extremely rich.

He said something to the other man, and then they strode in the room. They took their seats in the center of the room.

I grabbed a pen and the order slip pad. I hurriedly went towards them to take their order.

"Good morning, what's your order, sir?" I stood in front of the two men and smiled at them. I wrote C#1, shortcut for customer number one in the order slip.

"Good morning. Can we have a cup of espresso and a caf latte?" The older man removed his dark glasses and smiled at me. He was probably in his mid forties.

My hands were trembling when I wrote their order. I didn't know why, perhaps because of the younger man's appearance. He looked like a very important man. His face was bronzed by wind and sun. The set of his chin suggested a stubborn streak and his lips were firm and sensual.

He made me so edgy and nervous as hell, and he didn't even seem to notice me. He was very busy talking on the phone. I couldn't help listening to his voice. It was so deep, with velvet-edge and strong.

"Is there anything else, sir?" My eyes shifted from one man to another.

"That's all, Miss." The older man replied, then nodding at me, a sign of dismissal.

I served their coffee within five minutes. I stared at the younger man again. He seemed really familiar. I was sure I'd seen him before. I wished he would take off his dark glasses so I could see his eyes, and figured out where I saw him. Then I noticed, he drank his coffee. The cup of espresso was his.

A few customers came in. I became so busy taking their orders and prepared their coffee. But I couldn't help glancing at the two men sitting in the center of the room, from time to time. I tried to ignore them and focused on my job.

After a while, I saw two girls approached the two men. The girls were giggling flirtatiously at them. The younger man looked at them and said something that made the faces of the girls turned sour. He probably said something very insulting, since the girls immediately went out of the coffee shop with stony faces. Well, he was rude.736

The men left without asking for their bill. I went to the table, they earlier occupied and saw a one hundred dollar bill under the espresso cup.

What! A five dollar bill? I couldn't believe it. I was over the moon! They left too much tip for the coffee

Edited by --Sumi-- - 9 years ago