“Well, about that. You don't have to come all the way here. I want to walk back home.” With my words, Kaith looked at me for a while but couldn't get enough energy to argue this time I guess. So, he just nodded, while his face stayed expressionless.
“Okay, bye then. I don't wanna be late.” With my words, I earned another of his nod just before I saw him disappear with the bike in no time.
But I think my day never completes without declaring itself as the worst day if my life. Each day, worse than the day before. And why did I say that? Well well...
Cause just when I entered the cafe, my eyes met with the familiar four pair of eyes which I always try to avoid but fail every time. But today they had company. Yes, bitches with the dogs. Those girls were eyeing each of the boys as if they were licking all of them in mind.
Ughh..
Keeping the disgusting sight aside, I made my way to the counter in an attempt to make myself ready for work.
“Go, attain table number three.” As soon as I finished changing, I was assigned to take orders immediately.
“Right away.” But as soon as I made my way out I realized that the table that I was assigned this evening was the table that I wanted to avoid.
Yes, me and my pathetic destiny, you see. But what could I do, it was my job for which I get paid, so I had to do it no matter what.
So, without hesitating any longer, I went straight to the table.
“Hi, I am Summer, and I will be taking your orders if you have decided anything yet?” Yes, I was acting according to my job, because it says to be always polite with the customers.
“Yes, Four coffees and take the rest of the orders from the girls.” Jeremy said, letting one of the girls place the rest of the order, and believe me it was long, cause I kept writing and writing. Anyway, when the girl was done I made my way out of there instantly.
In no time I had to face them again to serve their orders. I just kept wishing not to lose my temper. But no... This stupid Adrian had to open his mouth.
“You know what Summer, this is what you are born for. To serve. And as I can see, you are pretty good at it.” All the girls laughed at his cruel words without thinking for themselves.
“Yes, I am good at so many things, nothing to be ashamed about. And if I am not wrong, you are also aware of my capability very well by now. Isn't it?” I scoffed and gave myself a pat in my mind for making the stupid mouth of Adrian shut, for once.
“Is that how you should talk to your customers?” Markus said out loud.
Oh no. I am done today. I'll lose this job definitely. But this is no reason to tolerate their nuisance. Never.
“Yes, sir. But only if the customers start to humiliate the workers first.” Not bothering about the others who were watching us, I said out loud.
The manager came running to the spot, attempting to control the situation.
“We are extremely sorry for all these, sir. This won't happen again. And you don't have to worry about today's bill sir, it would be taken care of. I would suggest you to enjoy your time here with your friends. Sorry for the chaos once again.” My manager said cautiously with which I definitely didn't want to agree at all.
And most of all, what the hell did she mean by ' bill will be taken care of?' ... Was she saying that I have to pay for what they did?
Seriously?
I kept looking at my manager sternly as I couldn't believe her words, and just when I heard Kazan.
“Don't bother. We will pay for what we have ordered.” With that, the discussion was over. At least I didn't have to pay for them. But I didn't know what will come next, as I was yet to face my manager.
“Summer. My office. Right now.” I sighed as soon as I was called for what I was afraid about.
Episode 8
Summer's P. O. V “I am fired, aren't I?” My manager looked up with my sudden words, only to stare at me intensely for some moment. She was sitting in her chair while I was standing in front of her desk in the quiet office room, ready to take my butt out of here with her single word any time soon. At least I thought so. But to my surprise she proved herself to be the exact opposite of what I had imagined her as before. She was in her mid-fifties with a grumpy face though, but she wasn't like that at all from inside, and I can say that now. “And why do you think that?” Mrs Brown, my manager asked, keeping her eyes on me. “Because I had just created chaos out there with one of your customers, which is strictly prohibited.” I muttered under my breath. “Did you?” She asked again, but this time I couldn't understand what she was trying to say actually. “I mean, they started first of course, so I answered them back in the exact way that they deserved.” Though I was still confused, I didn't hold myself back from saying what I was actually thinking. “So, if they started first, then it was definitely not a mess that you should be responsible for. Isn't it?” Mrs Brown said with a sigh while taking her gaze away from me. “Yes, that is exactly what I feel, but I was really expecting you to think otherwise.” I didn't wait to open my mouth
