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Josephine‘s POV
I hate working on a Saturday, why the hell did I agree to take someone elses shift?
Oh yeah Jo, you need the money. Fuck.
She hurried to the back while tying her apron in the back, she fixed herself a cup of coffee while clocking into her shift.
Atleast Mr. Sutton doesnt mind us making ourselves a free cup of coffee.
She hurried to the cash register where there was a line of angry and tired customers.
“I’m so sorry for the wait- what can I get started for you today?”
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And finally, the last person.
“Hey sir, what can I get started for you today?” i looked up, holy mother.
Am I just super lonely and deprived, or is that not the finest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Other than Adam Demos. Holy.
I could just get lost in that handsome face, his chizeled jaw line?! It could cut glass.
His hazel eyes, that looked like they’ve seen the end of the world.
His tall, muscular frame in that tailored, expensive suit he’s wearing.
His scent, I can smell it from over the counter. It’s fresh, mixed in with.. his aftershave? I’m guessing.
“Uhm. Hello! Are you deaf?” He said, quickly snapping out of my transe.
I stood there, blushing, embarrassed.
How long was I standing like that?! I probably looked so creepy. Oh my god, Josephine!
“I- I’m so sorry sir- could you repeat that?” I apologized sheepishly. I quickly punched in his order into the computer.
“4.15, sir. And it’s gonna ask if you’d like to tip..” i sais quietly.
Asking for a tip as if I was not just drooling over this man.
