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“Next please!” Charli called out from behind the counter, tapping her nails on the counter surface. She was working her 3 hour Sunday shift at the town's local coffee and cake shop, not an ideal place for a 23 year old to be working their only job, but no other place would take her in, considering her…relationships with the area's police.
Concerning all the laws she broke as a teen.
So here she was, washed up at Cocoa and Cake, whilst all her friends were studying to get their degrees, or whatever people do in uni. It was hard, but it was life.
Charli was broken out of her thoughts as a young woman came up to the till, and Charli couldn’t help but study her. Her deep brown skin glowing in the sunlight as golden hour came upon them. She had black and red braids, tied up in a bun atop her head, and was dressed in a black graphic tee and baggy jeans, with a nose piercing that flashed in the light.
Charli couldn’t help but think she was rather beautiful.
“Hi, what can I get you?” she asked as the woman, for some reason suddenly conscious of her uneven lash clusters and cakey makeup base. Gosh, she probably looked a mess, but right now she had to help this customer, not worry about her looks.
“Can I get a regular Spanish latte, please?” the woman said, rummaging around in her handbag for presumably her bank card.
“Would you like that iced or hot?” Charli asked, already adding the details into the order machine.
“Uh..iced, please,” replied the woman, flashing a smile.
“That will be £4.20, you can just tap your card right there,” Charli explained, pointing towards the card reader, which the woman placed her bank card on. Charli noted her acrylic nails, deep red, the same colour as her braids.
After a fraction of a pause, the card reader accepted.
“Perfect, and can I take a name?” Charli asked professionally, but deep down secretly buzzing to know this beautiful lady’s name.
“Eloise,” she answered, smiling.
“Eloise..” Charli muttered to herself, before snapping back to reality. “Great, you can wait just down there,” she instructed, pointing to where the drinks are given out. She watched as Elosie walked right down there, smiling to herself, before remembering there were more customers to serve.
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The rest of her shift for the day went on as usual, nothing out of the ordinary happening, but as Charli was on the bus on the way back to her parents house, there was only one thought on her mind.
Eloise…relgular iced Spanish latte….