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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 16:09:45 GMT
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Fawn had only had the drink for two minutes - two fucking minutes - before she spilled it everywhere. Her hands had been shaking like mad picking it up and her mind had been three miles away.
Instantly, she was mortified, and sorry for whoever would have to clean it up. It had been a simple drink since she felt guilty asking for anything complicated, no matter how badly she preferred a vanilla frap with three pumps of dark caramel syrup at the bottom, mixed with a shot of espresso with whipped cream and crumblies at the top.
Fawn turned her back to the register hoping no one saw, and started to mop it up with napkins. Oh, now she was wasting paper. There was no end to the embarrassment. @axel |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 9:48:07 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | Today was pretty boring, nothing going on, tumbleweed town.
So why the hell did he have to be here? The world could be ending and he would never find out if the plucky new police officer figured out who the murderer was on the new crime drama he was watching, something which he wasn't sure he could deal with. Plus he'd never get to say goodbye to the television ... instead he'd be wasting his last moments sitting on the bar stool, in front of the cash register, trying to see how long he could balance a pencil on his upper lip for. Wasn't really something he was supposed to be doing, customers had been served and they were all sitting around drinking, invested in their papers or whatever they were doing.
Except his curiosity got the better of him after noticing the woman he'd served a few minutes standing with her back to him. Sitting up (and incidentally letting the pencil fall on the floor from his face), the redhead used the stool he had been sitting on to elevate himself so he could see the situation better.
Just spilt coffee? "Hey miss? I can just go and get a mop for that, make everything else a little bit easier." he announced, coming out round the counter so he could assess the situation. No use crying over spilt coffee right?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 17:46:40 GMT
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Found out, Fawn turned around sheepishly. "Um, wow, no, that's nice, but, um..." she glanced around a little. "I mean you didn't spill it, so that wouldn't be fair... would it?" Besides, Fawn was totally used to cleaning.
Whether it had been anyone's fault, she would've cleaned it because that's what had been berated into her. Fawn was entirely self-sacrificing at this point and incredibly fearful of being a bother.
In Fawn's mind the reality that he got paid to clean other people's messes did not register. Here was a mess she had made, and it was only her job to clean it up. Oh, god forbid he come around that counter. Then she'd start blushing and that would throw a total wrench into the plans. @axel |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 21:05:20 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | "Yeah true, but I work here, so I insist" he replied with a smile. Besides it wouldn't be very kind if he just left her to mop it up with napkins when he had a proper mop in the back. Plus there was probably some kind of health and safety thing that put it in place that would get him in trouble if he didn't.
"Hold the thought, I'll be back in a moment." Axel added, moving back into area behind the back room, continuing until he got to the storage room. It didn't take long for him to come back with a mop, bucket and a wet floor sign.
"Besides, it'd just be completely rude if I asked you to mop the floor right?" he added, moving the napkins to the side with his mop before moving it over the spilt coffee. Whatever, he'd pick those up later, not like they were important or anything.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 21:52:35 GMT
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She bit her lip. "Ah, I'm so... sorry..." She shifted her weight from foot to foot. She hated to feel like she was an inconvenience. Fawn scratched her head. "I'm so sorry. I'm being so repetitive!" There was no way for her to back track and now she was getting flustered. Fawn covered her face. She was just some strange girl to the barista, just a strange girl who was too neurotic and strange and now she was blushing. @axel |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 19:46:25 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | "It's fine, it's what they pay me for right?" Axel replied, squeezing out the mop before using the top as a chin rest. Well he had to do something around here to get paid right? Other wise he was just useless and stood around looking pretty, which was probably the reason he still had a job.
She was blushing? Did he do something to embarrass her? Whatever it was, he couldn't deny that she looked absolutely adorable, covering her face like that, something he couldn't help but smile at. "Do you want another drink? As your's is you know ... on the floor and and all." Well it was what she came for wasn't it?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 15:44:18 GMT
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Fawn pulled her hands from her face and attempted a smile. "You know, I actually don't even like coffee." Sheepishly, she looked away. "Sometimes there's just SO MUCH" - here she sort of spread her hands out, looked up wide eyed and stressed the words - "to do sometimes. It's like it never ends!"
Embarrassed by her own dramatics, Fawn looked away and tucked some hair behind her ear. "So, yeah, it's really okay." She felt uncomfortable and ended up just looking at the mop. @axel |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 19:36:16 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | "Just for a pick me up?" the redhead asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Seemed like a sucky reason for wanting to drink the stuff, he wasn't particularly fond of the beverage either so he just went straight in for the energy drinks. Still, both of them were probably pretty shitty.
"Tell you a secret, I only get it from here sometimes because I get discount." Axel whispered, like it was some kind of life threatening secret. Well ... he didn't really want to lose another job now did he? The pay was decent here and he'd probably get lynched if he lost another one.
"You sure, really it's no problem!" the barista assured, since it would suck if she lost out on a drink. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to offer stuff like this but whatever.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 19:19:00 GMT
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She looked down at the diminishing puddle, and her hair fell in her face again. Fawn thought it was weird to hear that someone didn't like coffee - odd in the age of complicated, frequent drinks. Lattes were kings, Kureigs ruled as absentee lords. She smiled a little to herself when she thought about paper cups and coffee machines marching around with speckled capes and crowns, little creamers following after.
"No, no, no," she assured, looking back at him abruptly and pushing her hair behind her ears again. Eye contact made Fawn blush despite herself. "It's okay, obviously... Since I keep saying it."
Now she noticed something awkward - the conversation kept folding back on itself. That made her more nervous, oh god. Maybe she should just leave. She wrung her hands together and turned on a heel, heading towards the door. @axel |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 18:10:45 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | She had a pretty smile, that was another thing he'd noticed, though most people would look prettier when they smiled. Not the fake smiles that people wore but a genuine smile of complete happiness could really light up someones face, it was a nice thing to see.
Still she was getting ready to go and the redhead couldn't help but frown at the thought of her leaving; it was nice to have people around in the shop that made his day a little brighter instead of blankly asking if they wanted milk in their coffee ... plus he was pretty sure his co-workers hated him so it wasn't like he could go out and have a laugh with them.
"At least tell me your name?" the redhead shouted after her before pointing to the floor "Or I'll just call you 'spilt coffee lady' in my head and I'm pretty sure your name is a lot nicer"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 21:18:24 GMT
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Fawn stops, stutters. "Ah... uh..." It seems like a genuine question. She hesitates, balls her hands up into weak little fists before speaking. "I'm, uh... I mean, it's Fawn." Her voice isn't a squeak, but it almost seems that it would make more sense to squeak.
A beat later - "Oh! Tell me your's!!"
// im so gomen my fawn muse is awful
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 22:28:08 GMT
| | dollar signs and crimson hair | "Fawn eh?" the redhead replied, leaning across the counter so he could see her better, with a nod of his head, almost to confirm the information that had just been passed onto him. After all there was a fair bit of distance between them now and he could have just misheard.
"It's Axel, Axel Jones!" Axel called after her with a little wave.
[ sorry this is so lame and late ;A; ]
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