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The rain didn't help her mood.
She'd been called in for the morning shift, her boss was the only other worker there that early, and no one was there to help her. On top of her shorthanded-ness Ahsoka was forced to walk to work this morning, getting in just after the rain started, doomed to have to walk home in the same conditions.
So yes, she was doing just peachy.
Ahsoka grabbed another mug from the counter, practically threw it in the dishwasher, and repeated the process until someone came through the door. "Hi, welcome to Fett's, what can I get for you today?" She said in the happiest voice she could manage.
The man on the other side of the counter didn't look impressed with her 'cheery barista' impression. He raised one eyebrow but continued anyway. Ahsoka couldn't help but notice his very distinct Poirot looking mustache and did her best not to chuckle. "Hi, vanilla iced coffee please. Less ice, two sugars, one cream."
"And what size?" She continued, scribbling on an order sheet. The computer just happened to break yesterday, forcing them to the more primatial methods, which Ahsoka was none too happy about.
"Large."
"Alright, I'll have that right out, sir." The man crossed his arms and waited a few steps to the other side of the counter while Ahsoka made his drink. She was just lucky there was only one other person behind the counter, and they could wait. "If you'll give me a moment I'll be right with you," She told them. They didn't seem pleased but Ahsoka didn't stick around to find out the extent of her anger. That was a 'future her' problem. She got to making the coffee, luckily it was an easy order, and in less than two minutes mustache man was appeased, and it was onto the next disgruntled customer.
The woman began rambling off her order before Ahsoka had even greeted her. "Large soy cafe vanilla frappuccino, coffee cake muffin and a chocolate glazed doughnut, the coffee to go." The flustered barista grabbed her pen and notepad as quickly as she could, but it wasn't until the end of the order could she begin writing; She only caught the doughnut portion.
"I'm sorry ma'am, could you repeat that for me?"
The woman scoffed. "I said, large soy cafe vanilla frappuccino to go, a coffee cake muffin, and a chocolate glazed donut. Try using your ears next time," She mocked, handing a credit card over. Ahsoka ignored the comment and stored it away to fume over later as she began towards the back.
"I'll have that right out for you." Before she could leave to prepare her order, the woman interrupted.
"Are you having a bad day or something?" She asked none too kindly.
Ahsoka sighed. "Not great," She replied as she continued on. She was about to begin the coffee when her boss, Wolffe, came out of his office. "Hey sir," She offered, only stopping for a moment before prepping the coffee.
"Everything alright?" She couldn't decide if it was a question of 'do you need help with orders' or 'you look like you need sleep and I'm a little concerned for your wellbeing'.
"Fine," She replied. He didn't seem convinced but she couldn't stop right now. "Just prepping for the morning rush."
"Well Rex and Fives just got in, so you won't be swamped at least." She silently prayed a thanks to whatever God would listen. "Good luck."
She nodded and returned to her work with a wave to the two employees who just showed up and were both putting aprons on. Too many minutes later, she had made the coffee, gathered the pastries, and was setting them all on the counter. "Here you are, miss. Have a good day."
Instead of leaving with her order, the woman who she noticed had possibly the ugliest cardigan she'd ever seen, inspected the bag, then her coffee. A sip in, cardigan lady's eyes widened, she stared up at Ahsoka, and instantly threw the drink at her. "It's cold, and it's not soy, I can taste it, you know. I can tell you didn't do soy. Fix it, you lazy bum!" She yelled. Ahsoka only stood in her spot, unmoving, hot coffee covering her apron and uniform. Well, if she complained that it was cold, Ahsoka didn't believe her. Because the warm mess all over her front was beginning to burn her, and she wasn't doing anything about it. "It's your fault for having to work at a place like this, maybe don't take your bad days out on innocent customers."
A moment later Wolffe was yelling at the lady, Rex had ushered her towards the bathrooms, and Fives was readying to call the police. "Little'un?" He asked, only given the right to call her that for his lengthened time working at Fett's Coffee House. "You okay?"
She nodded numbly, removing the soggy apron with Rex's help. "Hasn't really caught up to me yet," She replied truthfully. She'd been awake nearly the entire night working on homework, then woken up three hours after going to bed to lug her shebs to work. Ya, exhaustion kind of took over. "My brain's a little dead right now."
Rex frowned, but didn't comment on her obvious lack of sleep. "When does your shift end?" He looked at his watch. "It's eight twenty now."
Ahsoka tried to think, her brain coming up short and instead pulled her phone out of her pants pocket to see when she had set her alarm to go off for the end of her shift. It was an unfortunately high number for her liking. "Ten thirty."
He grumbled as much as Ahsoka would have had she been in her right mind. "Well you can take your break to clean up and then leave, Fives and I can cover your shift."
"You sure?" She asked, knowing how much Rex already hated the morning shift.
"Ya, and besides, there's two of us when there was only one of you. We'll be fine." Ahsoka nodded, suddenly remembering her lack of a ride and groaning. "What is it?"
Ahsoka debated saying nothing and just accepting that she'd be walking home in the rain. Rex had already been so nice. "Nothing, I just have a paper due today," She lied. Rex eyed her knowingly. "I have to walk home."
"Nope, I'll call someone."
"I don't know Anakin's shift today, he might be working and you know he'd leave work to come get me if I asked, I couldn't make him do that."
"Ahsoka, first of all he's your brother, of course he would," He started, a soft smile reaching his face. "Second, you have his calendar."
She gave him a grateful look, reaching again for her phone and accepting that she wouldn't be getting the coffee out of her uniform right away. She pulled up the calendar and immediately frowned. "Both him and Obi-Wan work until the afternoon," She sighed. "I'll get an Uber or something, it's fine Rex."
He seemed to accept that, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, eventually pulling out a twenty and handing it to her. "I'm not the one with college debt," he reminded before returning. "I'll call you later?"
Ahsoka nodded as she accepted the money. "Sure, after I power nap."
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When she got back home Ahsoka dumped her uniform hastily into the washing machine, threw on a t-shirt of her brother's (well, foster brother's) and a pair of leggings, and flopped on her bed. Sleep took her in minutes.
It wasn't until her door creaked open did she return to wakefulness. Her eyes glanced over Anakin's figure as he sat on her bed, making a dip beside her. Ahsoka shifted to accommodate the weight, only now realizing that Anakin shouldn't even be home yet, his work not ending for multiple hours. Well, for all she knew it could be afternoon. All she cared was that she was able to sleep. "Snips?" He said softly. She mumbled something about the time, making Anakin chuckle. "My calendar's wrong, I was just with Padme. Rex called me when you left."
"When I left?" Ahsoka sat up now in acceptance that she was now awake. "How long was I asleep then?"
"Probably all of five minutes, sorry about that," Her brother answered sheepishly. He was right. The clock read eight thirty six, confirming that she had slept less than ten minutes. "Rex told me what happened, you okay?"
She nodded. "It gave me an excuse to come home and get some sleep, so I'm doing great."
Anakin laughed along with her. "You need it. I'll leave you to get some sleep then."
It wasn't until she was about to switch the laundry a couple hours later did she realize what had happened, staring at the uniform in her hand.
"A lady threw a kriffing coffee at me for being tired!"