'I was wondering if you were going to make it.'

'Did she notice I'm late?' Cam asks, nodding at Professor Monroe.

'Not at all. She's just handing back last week's paper.

Which you are of course going to let me read, right?'

'Hmm, I don't know,' he teases. 'Maybe on the last day of class. Then you can't get mad at me, decide you are never talking to me again, and act all awkward each time you see me in class.'

'Cam! What the heck did you write that would make me never talk to you again? Now you have to let me see it.'

'Nope. Last day.'

I pout a little. 'Well, you can't read yours either, then,' I say.

'All right.'

'What, don't you want to read it? Aren't you curious?'

'No, not really.'

Guys suck so bad sometimes. Cam turns to his left, reaches down, and rifles through his bag looking for something. As he is doing this, Professor Monroe slips his paper onto his desk from his right. I try to read it upside down as fast as I can. Cam glances up, sees what I am doing, and snaps back upright, covering the paper with his hand.

'Uh-uh,' he says, shaking his head and smiling at me.

'Not today.'

I glare at him and turn around quickly in my seat. I didn't see much, but I did catch a few words of the paper.

Something about me being 'weak' and 'timid.' How dare he!

Professor Monroe spends the rest of the class period going over our final assignment, but I don't really pay attention. The words weak and timid keep going through my mind. Is that what Cam really thinks of me? I thought he was my friend. I thought he was such a good guy.

Maybe he isn't right for Em after all. Maybe I was totally wrong about him.

The class ends and I gather my stuff and head for the door.

'Jane, wait,' Cam calls.

'Later. I have to get to work.' I put on my gloves and pull my coat tight around me. I walk out the double doors of Anthony Carter Community College and start the short three-block walk to work in the freezing cold.

* * *

A few minutes later I walk into Wired Joe's. I am instantly bummed to see that none of the people I like are working today. Though I should have already known that, since Derek showed me the schedule earlier in the week.

Ever since this whole Espressologist thing came up I haven't been able to think straight.

Daisy and Brenda are standing behind the counter taking orders and making drinks. Brenda gives me a fake smile but Daisy only glares. Great, fun afternoon ahead, I think. Daisy is pissy with me because a) she didn't get me in trouble with Derek last week and b) she's been getting really comfy with the smell of toilet bowl cleaner since I've designated her the spinner for whenever we are working together. This means every fifteen minutes or so Daisy has to check the bathrooms, bus the tables, clean and stock the condiment bar, and make sure everything looks good throughout the store.

On the other hand, Brenda, our store's official chalkboard artist, is a little annoyed because Derek asked her to come up with a fantastic sign to post on Fridays to advertise my talents.

I quickly put my things away, tie on my apron, and join the girls up front.

'Oh good, you're ready,' Brenda says. 'Now you can take over up here so I can go sit and work on your sign.'

She practically snarls the words at me like I've done something wrong. I'm no happier about this than she is. In fact, worrying about it all week is giving me an ulcer, I think. Brenda disappears to get her supplies and returns to the front in moments. She stops momentarily by me at the register. 'So what is this'– she points at the board–'all about, anyway?'

I sigh. 'Well,' I begin, 'long story short, I'm the new Friday night attraction. From six to ten on Friday nights I will be taking down drink orders and matchmaking. It's called Espressology.'

'Does it work?' she asks.

'Yeah.' I can see Daisy out of the corner of my eye looking at me like I'm full of it.

'Why haven't we ever heard of this before?' Daisy asks with an attitude.

'Because I haven't told you about it,' I snap. I'm so not in the mood for any crap from Daisy today. 'Have you checked the bathrooms recently?' Daisy makes a face and leaves the counter to go on toilet duty.

While I'm busily glaring at Daisy's retreating back, the door swings open and my dad walks in. I quickly look at Brenda and shake my head a little as I eye the chalkboard. I do NOT want my parents to find out about this Espressology stuff. Not yet, at least. We have a fairly easy, stress-free child-parent relationship going on these days and I don't want to rock it.

'How's my favorite barista?' he says, approaching the counter.

'Good, Dad.' I love it when my dad comes in. Not only is he a friendly face, but he always leaves a ten-dollar bill in the tip jar. 'Small cappuccino?'

'Is she good or what?' he asks Brenda.

Brenda laughs. 'She's good.' She retreats to a nearby table with her supplies, still close enough to overhear our conversation.

I ring up his order and make his drink. When I turn around I see a ten in the tip jar. Dad is so dependable.

He takes a sip of his drink. 'Mmm, tastes great,' he says loudly to the store. Like I need extra help selling this stuff. 'See you at home, sweetie,' he says, just to me.

'Bye, Dad.' I watch him leave.

'Your dad is so cute,' Brenda says.

'Yeah.' I pause. 'You know, my mom and dad fell in love over coffee, so maybe it was my destiny to bring others together through my Espressology.'

'Deep.' Brenda giggles.

I give her a wounded look.

'No really, it does actually sound kind of cool,'

Brenda says. 'I don't work Friday night, but I might have to come in and check it out.'

'Sure,' I say, grateful for the small bit of kindness. I want her to think I have everything under control, but inside I'm totally freaking out. Friday is only two days away. What if I look like a gigantic moron? What if I can't in fact really do this? So what if I matched three couples? It could be a total fluke. Nevertheless, I've been studying my notebook every night since Derek told me I'd have to start playing Espressologist this Friday. I even skipped studying for my chemistry quiz to study my Espressology. Derek said that each Friday he's going to set up the huge chalkboard outside, with the words:

The Espressology is In

Friday's 6-10 p.m.

Come in for a little Latte and love

The plan is that from six to ten I'll sit at a small table in the front of the store near where the drink orders are taken. People who want to participate will give me their phone numbers or e-mail addresses and I'll jot down notes on them and their drink orders into a spreadsheet on my laptop. They can hang around and see if I match them sometime during the four hours, or I can have their coffee match call or e-mail them. The service is free; well, after the customers buy a drink, that is. I'm totally freaking out because I've never had to do this on demand before. I mean, it has all just been for fun so far. And what if my matches are just a huge coincidence and I am in fact 100

Вы читаете The Espressologist
Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ИЗБРАННОЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату