3 hours working the cafe was not enough. It actually got more crowded than I expected, what with drama friends coming in, and a couple parents, and even (best part) my friends Aaron and Michael, which caused me to inwardly jump for ecstatic joy because they realized how AWESOME it was, and now they'll tell their friends, and they'll all start coming more, and...and...*sigh*. I feel so proud of everyone.
I was sort of worried that Calen and I would be the only people there. That there'd be a lot of awkward silence, and he wouldn't want to talk to me, and that he'd wish that someone else had signed up to work instead of me, because I was so boring and...underclassman.
Then I spilled milk or something and he pretended to be mad, and shoved a spoonful of frothy milk on my nose.
So much for silence. It was on.
Of course I got him back, which sparked all kinds of empty complaints about his nose being sticky, and arguments about the correct way to spit like a man, and running times, and what would happen to me if I touched his hair.........
You get the idea.
It was the greatest possible end to my week.
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| Kind of proud of myself for seeing this on the tea bag. Describes my cafe experience. :) |
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