Could this day go by any slower? I would've thought that it being busy would make the day go by quicker, but that pass minute seemed like an hour. I guess it's just my nerves messing with me again because of my audition later on today; I haven't had a legit dance audition in like 3 weeks! The last couple times I've gone, they ended up being auditions for strippers. I mean, how was I supposed to know exotic dancers weren't the ones who dressed up in war paint and did the rain dance or were involved with the Broadway version of Lion King? Anyway I was open to it, but my best friend Quinn said that I was better than some amateur dancing on a pole and that I need to keep looking for that 'big break'. She's always looking out for me, even in high school she helped tutor me in pretty much all my subjects and got me the job here at The Coffee Shop. What an original name, right? Well, that's what Quinn said when she first told me about it, but I like it. It's straight to the point, when I hear the name; I know exactly what I'd find there.
"Britt, there goes your girl." Quinn teased as she pointed at the door of the coffee shop with her chin. My eyes shot to the glass door where in fact she was approaching. "Here she comes.." She cheered as she hopped in place like a little puppy that had to pee really bad. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip. I instantly felt my palms heat up and my heart race pick up, I even had that queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's times like these when I regret telling her about who I found attractive; it's like endless taunting with her.
"Quinn..stop." I begged but she was already making her way to the cash register. I heard the bells clink signaling that she had indeed come in. I stuffed the dish towel that I was using to wipe down the counters in my apron pocket and tried to sneak into the back room. I thought by tip toeing like on those spy movies I used to watch with my sister it would reduce my chance of getting caught, but I guess not.
"Oh no-no, get back here." I froze in my steps and slowly looked over my shoulder to find her staring at me with her hands on her hips. "Britt.." She narrowed her eyes at me and flicked her head to the side, motioning to come stand by her. I dropped my shoulders and dragged my feet over to where she was standing. "I'm tired of watching you stare longingly at her every time she comes in." She said sternly in a low voice so that only I could hear her. "You're talking to her today and that's that." I looked past her and saw the Latina move to the back of the line; from her usual outfit of knee length skirts, blazers, and the way she clung to her briefcase, I assumed she was some type of lawyer or worked in some big business. I looked over at the clock that hung on the back wall; 9:30am, right on schedule. "Come on, Britt, quit staring and help me."
"B-but.." I tried to pout and put on my best puppy dog eyes. I'm already nervous and the Latina hasn't even looked at me yet, who knows what would happen if she made me talk to her. Quinn just laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Like that works on me anymore." She teased and turned to face the customer two people ahead of a certain girl that Quinn was currently bugging me about.
"Fine." I huffed and stomped over to her side and waited for the order. I tried scowling, but I was never good at keeping an angry face on too long.
"Hi, what can I get you?" She said politely then she scribbled down the order on a cup and passed it to me. I took the cup and looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows. I never could understand how people could just write down some random letters and magically understand what the order was. I saw Quinn look over at me from the corner of my eye. "Oh sorry, B, she would like a tall Caramel Frappuccino." I looked up at her and nodded with a smile then walked over to the coffee machines and began making the drink.
"Tall Carmel Frap for Tina." I called and looked out into the crowd of customers until an Asian girl wearing weird goth clothes came to take the cup from me.
"Thanks, Brittany." She said kindly and took a sip. I looked at her quizzically. How did she know my name? "Seriously, Britt? We've met like 4 times, Mike's girlfriend? We're in the same English class? Ms. Holiday?"
"Oh yeah!" I laughed and instantly remembered who she was and how she knew my name.
"Plus you're wearing a name tag, Britt." She joked and tapped at my shirt where my badge was pinned. "Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow! Bye."
"Okay, sorry again! Tammy? Terry? Tina!" I called after her as I threw up my hand to wave goodbye. She sent me a confused look over her shoulder then laughed as she let the door close behind her. Man, I really need to get better at remembering names and faces. I looked up from the counter and my eyes instantly landed on the Latina. Even while I was talking to Tila, my eyes kept finding her. Thank God she was too preoccupied in reading whatever was on her phone to notice, I'd have a pretty hard time explaining why I keep staring at her. I walked back over to Quinn who was holding out another cup. I tried to take it from her hands but she held on tightly. I looked up at her about to ask if she was stuck but caught her wiggling her eyebrows at me instead and trying to subtly nod to show me who was next in line.
"She's next!" She mouthed and gave me a wink. I huffed again and tugged the cup away from her hands and went back over to the coffee machine. I love the girl, but she can be so embarrassing sometimes! I stared down at the cup but realized I still didn't understand the scribbles.
"Q.." I asked as I waved the cup at her and gave her a questioning look.
"Oh, venti Vanilla Bean Macchiato." She answered as she pulled out a blueberry muffin from the display case and stuffed it into a brown paper bag then handed it over to some greasy haired guy in super tight clothes and a bowtie. I shuddered at the thought of how many bottles of gel he went through to get his hair so stiff and shiny like that.
"Venti Vanilla Bean Macchiato for Blaine." I called out as I slipped on one of those cardboard sleeves around the cup.
"That's me." He said as he waved a hand in the air and took the cup from my hand. "Thanks so much!" He said with a bright smile and walked away. I couldn't help but notice how high his pants ended, they didn't even touch his shoes! I bet his ankles get awfully cold in the winder time, especially since he wasn't wearing any socks. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Quinn calling for me again. I spun around to find her untying her apron and hanging it up on one of the hooks on the back wall near the sink.
"I'm going to run to the bathroom real quick while we don't have a line." Quinn said with a devilish grin. "You mind taking care of this one?" She tossed her head in the direction of the Latina she had been teasing me about even before she set foot in the place. She placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "Go get her, Britt-Britt." I rolled my eyes at her waved her away as I took a step closer to the register. The Latina still hadn't quite made it the front of the counter; her phone was now attached to her ear as she angrily talked into the receiver, her hand waving in the air as she talked.
"Listen to me, and you listen well, I'm not just one of your other sluts you can call up whenever for a damn booty call, Brooke. And for the record, I do think it's a little rude of you to invite yourself over when you clearly were with someone else not an hour before." I didn't want to seem like I was eavesdropping or something, but it was kind of hard not to listen when she was the only one left in the place. "No, you're right. You aren't my girlfriend, that's for damn sure." Girlfriend? So she did play for my team! Quinn's right, her gaydar is on point. I set my eyes on the girl again and watched how she clenched her jaw tight. She really did sound upset, and though I've only seen her here and never talked to her, I didn't like hearing her upset. "You know what, let me stop you right there." I took the moment to really get a close look at her; that thick dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders, those cheeks that I just wanted to pinch, her long eyelashes, her caramel colored skin, and her full lips that could be kissed for days. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I watched as her brows crinkled and her jaw set again as she listened to whatever the person was saying on the other line; they were clearly making her angry. Whoever this Brooke person was definitely was not treating her right and for some odd reason, that wasn't okay with me. Just then she looked over at me but I quickly averted my eyes down at the counter. "Whatever, Brooke, we'll talk about this later." She hung up the phone and slid it into her purse as she took a step closer to stand in front of me. "Sorry." She whispered. I didn't realize how dry my mouth hand gotten but I swallowed back some of those nerves and decided to speak.
"s'okay." I wanted to smack myself, my voice came out shaky sounding and low, I doubt she even heard me. To my surprise she looked up at me. I had never seen such deep brown eyes before, I felt like I was being drawn in, like they were begging to tell some type of story or secret. I had never seen her this close before, usually because as soon as I saw her come in I'd run off somewhere to hide, but if I thought she was pretty being 3 feet away from her, she was beautiful now that I was up close. I didn't realize I was still staring at her until she narrowed her eyes on me and smirked.
"Aren't you going to take my order?" She asked with this tone that was sarcastic yet playfully teasing if that makes sense, definitely different from her angry voice on the phone. I blinked my way back to reality and nodded.
"Oh yeah-yeah, so what get you can I?" She laughed and gave me this funny look. I instantly felt my cheeks heat up and I knew I wasn't making a very good first impression. "I-I meant, what can I get you?" I tried to recover, but I knew I had already messed up my chances. She probably thinks I'm super weird and she'll never ever come in here again. Great, way to go Brittany!
"You're cute." If I wasn't fire engine red before, I definitely was now. I smiled down at the counter timidly and waited for her to give her order. "I come in here every day, are you telling me you don't know my drink order by now?" She asked in a sweet voice that made me look away from the counter and back at her. She was smiling brightly up at me then shrugged her shoulders.
"Y-yeah, I do." I stammered, trying my hardest not to make an even bigger fool out of myself. "I was just seeing if you were going to change it up today." She let out the most adorable laugh I'd ever heard then shook her head.
"Should I change it up today?" She asked in a tone that made it seem like she wasn't just talking about coffee as she dug into her purse and fished out her wallet.
"I don't know, change is good sometimes." I wasn't really sure if I was referring to her drink order or the fact that I could do better than this Brooke girl that had made her so angry, but she seemed to like the answer.
"Well then.." She squinted at my name tag. "Brittany..what's your favorite here?" I thought long and hard about what my favorite was, but I really don't like picking favorites.
"Uhm, well I'm really into the Pumpkin Spice Latte right now since it's only a seasonal thing." I replied with a lot less stuttering. "Plus it's orange and orange is like one of my most liked colors." She smiled up at me again, it was one of those smiles I could tell she doesn't just use on everyone; you had to earn that kind of smile.
"Most liked colors?" She asked with her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "You mean favorite colors?"
"Nope, I don't like picking favorites. I like all colors equally, but I think orange fits this occasion so you should order an orange drink!" I said cheerfully which made her laugh again.
"I like the way you think." She complimented. "Orange is actually my second favorite color, red being the first." The way she ran her fingers through her hair after saying that shot a chill through my body and I felt like I was covered in goose bumps. "I guess I'll have a venti Pumpkin Spice Latte then."
"Mmkay, coming right up." I answered as she handed over her money and I gave back her change. I didn't have to ask for her name or pretend to scribble down those letters since I was taking the order as well as making it. "Alright, one Pumpkin Spice Latte." I announced and slipped on a cardboard sleeve and waited for her to take it from my hand. She smiled and let her fingers brush past mine as she went for the cup. I felt like I was momentarily paralyzed by just that little physical contact, what is going on with me! Her skin was so soft against mine, I felt the urge to reach out and pull her hand back to me.
"Huh?" I was once again blinking myself back to reality.
"Santana, that's my name." She gave me another one of those special smiles before her phone started ringing again. She dug it out and scowled at the screen and answered. "What is it now? *pause* Fine, I'm on my way I'm just down the street. Bye." She hung up and stuffed the phone back into her purse then looked up at me. Her face instantly softened which was weird because she seemed really annoyed a minute ago. "Well, duty calls. It was nice meeting you, Brittany. See you around." She winked at me and spun around and headed out the doors. I felt like my knees were going to give out so I gripped the counter edge hard to keep me standing.
"Yeah, nice meeting you too." I said quietly as I watched her stroll out the door and down the street.
"So you got her number, right?" Quinn reappeared to the side of me as she threw her apron on. I was still staring out the windows hoping that she'd come back, but she didn't. "Britt?"
"Huh?" I mumbled and finally tore my eyes away from the windows to look at her smiling goofily at me. "What?"
"You look like a lovesick teenager." She teased and gave me a poke in the side that made me giggle.
"Not-uh! Plus, I'm not in love with her." I replied and went back to wiping down the counters to escape Quinn's judging. "I don't even know her." I mumbled as I scrubbed at the stains.
"So get to know her!" She said sternly. I looked over at her leaning up against the counters with her arms folded over her torso.
"She plays for my team.." I said in a quiet voice as I kept my eyes focused on anything but Quinn.
"WHAT?" She screeched and wrapped her arms around me. "You have a chance! You have a chance!" She cheered excitedly as she struggled to lift me.
"Put me down, silly, you can't carry me." I laughed and she set me back down in a big huff.
"Yes! I'm so happy for you, Britt!" she squealed again.
"Oh my God Quinn, you're acting like I just asked her out on a date." I groaned and went to organize the drink mixes. "All I did was find out her name."
"Oh? Well that's still something to be happy about, what was it?" She said, calming down a bit. I didn't respond right away, too focused on making sure I put the right mix in its place. "Do you remember it? I know how bad you are with names." I smiled to myself then directed it on Quinn.
"It's Santana." I said, even saying her name gave me chills. "I don't think I could ever forget her name." She smiled over at me affectionately.
"You're totally in love." She teased with her hands on her hips.
"Am not!" I shouted and threw the nearby dish towel at her face.
"Britt, what the hell?" She whined as she pulled off the wet towel, holding it by just her thumb and index finger before tossing it into the sink. "That was gross.."
"Take it back!"
"Take what back?" She asked innocently, but I knew her eyes were telling a different story. "That you're in love with Santana?"
"I'm not in love with her!" I whined and tossed a balled up napkin at her face at which she dodged it and threw a half eaten cookie at me.
"Yeah you are!"
"Stop denying it!"
Somehow we ended up surrounded by cookie pieces, dirty dish towels, and balled up napkins while our faces were covered in a mixture of whipped cream and cinnamon. I had pinned Quinn against the counter and had a muffin in my hand ready to mush into her face if she said another word. "You are soooo in love with-"
"SANTANA!" I stepped away from Quinn and dropped the muffin in my hand when I saw the Latina approaching the counter with a skeptical look on her face. I looked down at my dirty shirt and apron then over to Quinn who looked equally messy.
"Uhh?" she stammered as she looked between me and Quinn then pressed her lips together. "I'm not even going to ask." She said with a breathy laugh and smile.
"D-Did you forget something?" I muttered, attempting to wipe away the whip cream from my face while trying to keep Quinn from elbowing me behind the counter.
"Mm, yeah..something to eat." Her eyes flickered over to the pastries display case. "Can't drink coffee with an empty stomach."
"I so did that once, it wasn't awesome." I chirped and pushed Quinn out the way so I could get to the display case. "So what would you like?" She stared down at all the choices then shrugged her shoulders.
"Surprise me." She said in this voice that made my legs wobble as she stood straight up again then smiled at me. I loved when she smiled at me; it just did something to me, made my tummy all fluttery or something. I looked behind me at Quinn who was hiding behind the coffee machine out of Santana's view and gave me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and swallowed back my nerves again. I ended up pulling out a chocolate chip muffin and handed it to the girl. She took a bite and hummed at its deliciousness. "How'd you know I love chocolate? You reading my mind?" She narrowed her eyes on me and smirked.
"Everyone loves chocolate." I shrugged and handed her a napkin while she paid for the muffin.
"That's true." She replied. She looked up at me and I looked down at her; it was like time stopped as I stared into her dark brown eyes, totally captivated. I didn't realize I was leaning in until she blinked her eyes and took a step back. "Well thanks for the muffin, I'll see you around." She started to turn from the counter. I looked over at Quinn who was frantically waving her arms. I didn't understand what she wanted so I just stood there and stared at her. She huffed and stood straight up just as the front door closed after the Latina.
"I was trying to remind you to get her number." She groaned and threw a hand to her forehead.
"Well how was I supposed to know what all that meant?" I asked with a laugh. "Besides, she comes in every morning. I've got tons more chances." I looked out the windows of the shop hoping that this was the start of something big.
"Okay lovergirl, let's get the place cleaned up."
"Still not in love."
"Yeah, you say that now.."
A/N Hey guys, I'm sort of taking a break from Workin' Girls for now..felt like doing a Brittany POV. Anyway, I've got a couple chapters written out already so let me know if I should keep this going. ( :