After a literal four hours of sitting at a table being bored out of her skull, Bridgett felt a tap on her back. She looked up. A tall boy was smiling behind her.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Brandon and I'm going to be training you."

"Oh," Bridgett quickly got to her feet, in the process, she knocked her phone to the floor and ripped hear AirPods out of her ears. "Excuse me," she blushed and picked up her phone shoving it into her back pocket. Then she dusted herself off, looked Brandon in the eyes, and blushed again. "I'm so sorry about—"

"It's ok," Brandon said, cutting her off. He held out his hand and she took it nervously. "Why don't we get that apron of yours on and get started with training?"

"I don't have to do more modules first?" Bridgett asked nervously.

"Nope," Bridgett did a fist pump high into the sky. "But you'll have to finish them at a later time." Bridgett's fist fell hard.

"Why do we have to do it even? It's so stupid." Bridgett crossed her arms and pouted.

"Sorry, Bridgett is it?" Bridget nodded. "But that's the way it's gotta be. If it helps at all, I stayed late last night finishing my trainer modules so that I could officially be your trainer."

"Really?" Bridget asked excitedly.

"Well...yeah," Brandon laughed. "Now c'mon, get that apron on and lets start with the register.

Bridgett and Brandon worked at the register for the rest of her shift. She learned about all the different buttons and drink customizations. There were so many different kinds of orders. Some people would order a plain cappuccino, simple and easy. All Bridgett would have to do would be to find the size and the cappuccino button, sending it through with a thank you and a smile. Other drinks were much more complicated. One lady ordered a "grande mocha frappuccino with no mocha sub white mocha no whip but keep the mocha drizzle and do you think you could add in a few pumps of raspberry syrup oh I also want extra whip so put the whole drink in a venti cup please?" And if it weren't for Brandon being there to remember the lady's order and guiding her through it she would have been stuck there for a long while.

For the last ten minutes of Bridgett's shift she got to be all by herself. Luckily it was winding down to be a quieter part of the day so Bridgett was secretly hoping she wouldn't get any customers at all. But then, he came. He was tall with ratty hair and cold, grey eyes. As his hair swish swished, Bridgett even noticed he had ear piercings and thought to herself how disgusting that was.

"Well hello there," he said. "You must be a newbie."

"Yes," Bridgett replied nervously. "Today is my first day.

"Guess I'll have to go easy on you then. "I want a venti white mocha. Think you can find that by yourself? Maybe you should get some help."

"Um... no I can figure it out. " Bridgett punched in the drink. This boy was right, it was a pretty simple drink.

"No, I want you to get some help." The boy kept pushing.

"Name please?" Bridgett asked.

"Justin," the boy said. Then, with a major eye roll, he payed for his drink and walked away to wait for his drink.

Just as Bridgett was clocking out, Justin's name was called out. "Um," she heard Justin's very loud voice. "That is NOT what I ordered. I wanted an ICED mocha. This is hot."

"No you didn't," Bridget piped up. "I definitely didn't hear you say hot."

"Well you fucked it up newbie. Thanks a lot." He threw his drink into the trash and stormed out.

"Hey, don't worry about him," Brandon said. "I've never seen him before anyways, chances are, he won't be back. How did he know you were new anyways? Do you know him?"

"No, I don't..." Bridgett was still thinking hard about this and Brandon as she walked home.