Order Her As Your Coffee.

When I was young, my mama asked me what I want to be when I grow up. Every time she would ask me the same question, I would look at her and shake my head because I didn't know what I wanted.

Let's guess, 

"A doctor?" Naah, for one I hated maths when I was in school. Me and Sciences we were like water and oil. 

"A tutor?"  God, am clumsy, shy and can't stand in front of people let alone in front of my family members.

"Dancer?" My potty belly couldn't even allow me to move back and forth, every time I tried to move, I could breathe heavily and lie down before waking up to go with my walk.

"Model?" Yeah, you get it now,  I wanted to be in the limelight, where my body would be flaunted to the audiences and those filthy rich gentlemen would be ogling at my body and each one of them would die to take me out.

"Jesus Christ you are zoning out again Dee," shouted Edith, throwing a napkin on Diana's face.

"What's wrong with you Edith? I was just thinking," said Dee picking the napkin and moving towards the counter.

"Go pick those dishes from those tables and take the orders of those men sitting on table six," ordered Edith while wiping on the top of the counter.

"Am tired Edith, why don't you go," pouted Dee. Her curly hair blocking her vision.

"Not again," shouted Edith.

Dee left her position and moved to table six to get the orders for the customers.

"Good evening gentlemen, hope you are doing fine, what can I get you today?" Asked Dee holding her booklet in her hands quickly writing down what she doesn't even know. Her hands were shaking and her face was about to embarrass her any moment.

"Jesus, why don't you hold yourself together before you speak darling," said one of the men. The others chuckled looking at her while tapping in their phones.

She moved backwards and went to pick the plates from the opposite table before rushing towards Edith.

"I can't do this Edith, please, can you go do it?" Stammered Dee while her hands were shaking with the plates in her hands making noise.

"Dee, are you okay?" Asked Edith rushing to her rescue. She hooked her head and sat on the table near the counter her head held down. She didn't want to lift her head and look at the people in table six. Edith left her and moved to do the orders by herself.

Looking at them, the man looked intimidating. Their black suits which were designed with leather collars, talked money, while their looks, their faces were masculine and soft. They don't look like people who involve themselves in hard work instead, they looked like people who are always in cool rooms surrounded by maids 24/7.

But what will they be doing here today?

"One blondie, please," said one of them.

"Excuse me?" Questioned Edith.