Chapter2

#Chapter2

Avatia's POV

Well, she has a good excuse and from what I noticed, Adam really is a nice old man. /"Well its ok, and thank God you had a good excuse, if not, it'll be just a B. F. Without the F. A. E (forever and ever). /"

/"Thank you and less I forget, on our drive here, you were ranting about this 'rude' handsome guy you saw, I couldn't put two and two together since I didn't want you to miss your interview. I need the spicy details./" She said as she wiggled her eyebrows and emphasized on 'spicy'.

I giggled and said. /"Remember that cheesecake you once baked when I was in Ohio?/"

/"Yup./"

/"You want the spicy details, you bake me those same cakes./" Well, I got my revenge on her. Cheesecakes for details.

She rolled her beautiful brown eyes before muttering a weak 'fine'.

Well I did tell her everything about the guy, leaving out the strange look I noticed in his eyes.

/"He sounds hot, you know you could at least kick his ass and get his number for me, right? /" Draya said laughing.

I stood up hanging my bag on my shoulder and looking at Draya. /"Yeah, right. Anyways, Adam said I'd start work tomorrow. I'll rush back home to mom, she needs my help. I should get going. /"

/"Oh, I'll just walk you out. Send my love to your mom and don't forget work starts at 8./" /"Bye Dray. /" I said as I hailed a cab. /"See you tomorrow. /"

****

And tomorrow did come pretty fast. Here I am, standing in the kitchen of ADAM'S. Well that's the name of the coffee shop. I'm yet to memorize this speech. I've been trying for the past hour and Eleanor, the baker here says I'm next in line to wait the table and it just so happens this table is a VIP table, that means I have to do great with my speech. 'Hi, my name is Kim, and I'm your waitress today. Would you like some coffee, espresso, cappuccino, you name it. We equally have freshly baked cakes that would go very well with your drink.' What a speech. Yes, I have to use my middle name when waiting. I mean this coffee shop has a lot of rules like an actual restaurant.

/"Avatia, a new customer./" One of my coworkers called out.

I already felt my heart pumping out of my chest. You can do this Ava. You can. /"Oh.... Ok. /"

I walked to the guy who sat at the VIP section of the shop. He was the only one in this section. He was wearing a well tailored black tux like it was sewn on him. He was paying no attention to me, but rather looking at his sleek black iPhone. His perfume hit my nostrils from the distance and I shook my head trying not to get distracted.

/"Hi, my name is Kim and____/"

/"Save your speech. Get me a cup of black coffee with just a cube of sugar. /" The guy said with a sexy accent. Wait, I think I know this voice. Anyways, it’s not time to start thinking. It’s time to start working. /"Would you just do your damn job? I need the coffee now!/"

/"Yes sir./" I said and scurried off to the kitchen, ready to give Sam the orders to make Mr. Black's coffee but seeing how busy he was, I decided to do it myself. The name Mr. Black suits him. He has this dark aura I can't figure out so I'll call him Mr. Black. Coffee was something everyone could make. I used to make dads coffee. I put in the cube of sugar but thought about how bitter it must be so added another one. He wouldn't notice. I then walked straight to the VIP area.

/"You're 5 minutes, 28 seconds late.../" He said, as soon as I placed the coffee in front of him /"...and it takes just 4 minutes to make my coffee, who the hell employed you here?/"

Was this man serious? I just made his coffee, the least he could do was say 'thank you'. And why on earth did he count the seconds? Some people are so weird.

/"And what the fuck did you put in my coffee. I said I want just a cube of sugar and you fill it with ten cubes? Are you crazy?/"

I was dumbstruck. No one has ever spoken to me like that. Yeah, spoken, he wasn't yelling to call for attention which I'm thankful for. He stood up and left without another word but he paid for his coffee, with a huge tip of $50. I was beyond shocked. No one left such a huge tip for what he or she didn't touch. Maybe it was a mistake. I'll give it to the manager.

The hurt of being insulted publicly was killing me. I quietly took the tray and returned to the pantry where everyone was looking at me like they knew what just happened.

Sam was the first to speak. Well more of question. /"How could you make Mr. Vaughn's coffee? Do you want to get fired? Worst still, you added extra sugar. That man is dangerous, Avatia. When ever he comes here, the atmosphere changes from pink to black and the worst thing is, he comes here everyday, I might lose my job tomorrow for the mistake you just made. Oh Ava! /"

This was killing me even more, I thought I was helping Sam but turns out I was doing the wrong thing. Wait! How do they know what just happened anyway?

/"How do you all know? /" I asked in a hushed tone, feeling so embarrassed. Draya was busy waiting a table so she couldn't come to my rescue.

One of my coworkers answered as if she was waiting for the question. /"Bad news doesn't stay in one place. /"

/"You all get to work!/" Eleanor, the motherly woman in the kitchen said and her orders were respected at once.

My vision was already blurry...this was my first day of work and I was already in trouble? I walked to Eleanor and handed the tip Mr. Black left to her.

/"Keep it sweetheart, Mr. Vaughn always leaves that much of a tip once in a while./" she said like she knew him well.

/"Who is he anyway?/" I asked curiously as a tear escaped my eye.

Eleanor handed me a tissue and her next words made me scared. /"Don't cry sweetheart and as for the man, it’s for me to know and you to find out. But just be careful, his aura is full of danger./"