Post by Jac Hennison on Feb 17, 2009 17:19:40 GMT -5
Outfit, dolls.
Jac Hennison bounded off the city bus, yelling a quick "thank you!" to the bus driver. She checked the time on her cell phone and cursed under her breath, picking up her pace as she sprinted through the New York crowd, calling, "excuse me" and "sorry" to the plethora of people she bumped in to. She could see the local Starbucks ahead, the mellow green umbrellas shading the outdoor tables where couples and friends sipped their coffees.She pushed her way through a small group of people and slipped her way inside, breathless.
She spared a quick glance at the clock hanging above the counter and groaned. 9:12, twelve minutes late for her shift. With a sigh, she pushed some of her hair out of her face and headed toward the counter, grabbing one of the standard green Starbucks aprons and tying it around her waist. She nodded toward Marlene, the irritated cashier that had been waiting for her rival for the past twelve--now thirteen--minutes. Jac took her designated spot behind the cash register, taking the order of the first customer in line.
"Jac, doll, you're late again," a familiar deep voice chided her, though with a friendly and warm tone to it. She glanced over her shoulder at her boss, Oliver, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, in his typical hippie-wear, an amused smile on his plump, round face. She smiled at him sweetly and as innocently as she could. "Don't know what you're talkin' about, Ollie. I was here right on time." The man chuckled and shook his head. "That's believable," he said sarcastically, and Jac's lips stuck out into a pout. "How did you even know? You didn't see me come in," she muttered, pushing a few buttons on the register and handing change to a customer with a smile. Oliver shrugged behind her. "Exactly. I didn't see you come in, did I?" Before Jac could argue some more, Oliver shook his head and disappeared into the small room he called his office in the back of the store.
She sighed and smoothed her hair a bit, since it was still wind-blown from her frantic race against time. Her boss was great, and Jac didn't really think of him as a boss anyway. More of an...adviser. Of course, the other employees weren't so fond of Jac, because they believed Oliver babied her because of her age, letting her get away with murder because she was so "cute" and "innocent". Which wasn't really so far from the truth, since Jac had a tendency to screw things up quite a bit. She stopped her train of thought quickly and returned her attention to the next customer, smiling sweetly.
