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I sighed as the familiar scent of coffee beans filled my nose, looking around to see the same ol' customers drinking the same ol' drinks. I'm your typical scrooge, though I used to love my job, seeing as its a cute little coffee shop, sitting right in the middle of quite a busy strip in town.
Although, after weeks and weeks of seeing the same customers and nothing eventful, it got quite boring and lonesome. I tied the apron around my waist as it was some bullshit rule that even cashiers had to wear aprons.
I dazed off behind the counter mind floating back to nothing in particular, when i felt a harsh push on my shoulder.
"What the hell?", I grumbled turning to see my boss, Louise, staring back with annoyance riddling her features.
She pointed in front of me, and i snapped out of my daze realizing i had been ignoring a customer this whole time.
"Oh! Uh sorry, what can I get you?", I forced out the rehearsed saying turning to see a rather attractive man stood as high as a skyscraper, ebony hair, pale vampirey skin, and a dorky space Christmas sweater on, staring at me with amusement flooding his eyes.
"Just a blueberry muffin, and a black coffee with two sugars, please", he giggled like a young child.
"Right, of course, it should be ready soon", I said ringing up the prices.
"Phil", he stated.
"What?", I questioned confused.
"You need my name to differentiate the order, dont you?", he asked, still, amused.
"Oh right, yeah, sorry", I laughed awkwardly as I felt a deep burn envelope my face, neck, and ears.
"Its fine", he giggled paying and walking away to take a seat.
"God damnit, fucking attractive guys out to get me", I grumbled making his coffee.
When I was finished I turned to see Louise stifling a laugh behind me.
"What?!", I snapped.
She rolled her eyes, "Nothing Dan", she mused and walked off to her office.
I grabbed a tray and proceeded to bring Phil his coffee.
"Here ya go mate", I said as I went to set down his scathing drink, but as soon as I went to set it down, he went to grab it, causing our hands to clash and me pouring it all over the table and myself.
"Ahh shit! Shit! Shit!", I yelled out desperately trying to stop the coffee from melting my flesh off my thighs.
Phils eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Oh my god, I am so sorry!", he exclaimed trying to dry me off with napkins.
I set the tray down and ran to the bathroom, basically just soaking my entire front pants with cold water.
I hadn't even noticed anyone walk in until I heard a soft voice behind me.
"Are you okay?", he whispered like he was afraid I was going to blow up in his face.
"Peachy", I grumbled.
"I really am sorry, Im such a darn klutz", he looked down embarassed.
I inwardly awed at his choice of words.
I sighed and stepped forward, placing my hand on his shoulder, "It's alright Phil, I always complain about this damn place being ghostly uneventful anyhow", I joked around, smiling when I saw the man who once looked so large, now curled in looking so small, crack a soft grin.
"I can buy you some new jeans if you'd like, and uh, underwear, if necessary", he said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
I couldnt hold it in anymore as I bursted out laughing like a hyena.
"No need, Im sure I'll suffice", I said as my laugh came to a soft giggle.
"I suppose its too late to pretend to be confident and flirty and ask for your name and number then, huh?", he chuckled.
My face grew hot as I smiled shyly, "Not at all"
And just seeing the way his face lit up made me realize that I'm kinda glad he was such a fucking klutz.