Chapter 2 : Hire Me, Please?
Chapter 2: Hire Me, Please?
Sophie
“Mother, I was up all night studying for the Medicine class you forced me into. You can't hold me accountable for my actions which were influenced by yours.” I let my mother know.
“What?” She muttered and I sighed, sitting up.
“Get the paparazzi off me, mother. I am not even your husband's daughter.”
“You are my daughter and he is your father.”
“Stepfather.” I corrected, grabbing my sketchbook which was discarded under my pillow and opening it on my lap. A rough sketch of a hand greeted me, it was an old one and I cringe at how bad it was.
“Bye.”
“Don't you dare hang up on me!” She bellowed and I hung up instantly, wincing at the thought of what she was going to do. Threatening to cut off my allowance? I needed that money because she never let me work. My best friend Sarah’s voice came into my head.
‘You are twenty, Sophie. Fúck your mother and do whatever the fuck you want.’
I had been entertaining the thought of working for quite a while now. I am twenty, she had no control over me legally. I sighed, getting under my covers. I need to find a job, only then would I truly be out of her clutches. To hell with her so-called reputation, I needed to take control. I closed my eyes, snuggling into the matters, tucking my sketchbook book to my heart and feeling alone in the big city with my only handmade constellation looking over at me.
I entered the cafe, the amazing smell of it greeting me with a warm and perfect welcome. It was a fairly large cafe and always filled with people. It was my favorite place in the world after the museum, although I had never been there yet. It was a small and dark well built bookshelves which covered the right of it, the books in it were almost all hardcover and classic. Faint bulbs hung from the dark ceiling with different lengths, square tables were set up with lamps on them for people who wished to read. The place was dark and had been intimidating when I first approached it but now it was one of the very few places I felt home at and that maybe influenced by the woman who owned the cafe.
Adjusting my glasses, I looked at Susan who was behind the counter. A plain white paper was pasted on the showcase which showed off the various types of delicious baked goodies and a vacancy reading, employee needed for the night shift in a simple arial font. I approached the counter, my heels clicking as I dipped my hands in my pocket. To make up for yesterday, I was wearing a good outfit and true to their nature, paparazzi had taken a few pictures. Not many knew me but enough did and I was the mysterious step daughter of a big politician.
“Hello, Susan.” I greeted her and she eyed me.
She was a short forty year old woman with albinism. She always shone in the dark cafe like a contrast and her hair was tied up in a bun today which indicates just how much workload she had. I had helped her out before just a little as she didn't like making people work unless she was paying them. I knew no woman more honorable than her.
“What do you want, Sophie?” She looked into my eyes which were shining with hope. It would be ideal to get a job here rather than try anywhere else. I was comfortable here, as comfortable as an introvert can be at a public place.
“Hire me, Susan.” She laughed.
“You haven't worked a day in your life, Sophie. My cafe is famous.” He replied.
I was aware that her cafe is really famous. Working here is not going to be a piece of cake but at least she would be here all the time.
“I know,” I smiled.
“If I fail in a week, I will walk away.” I tapped my newly done nails on the counter. I always did that when I was nervous.
“Hire me please.” I was getting nervous under her gaze, she was a hard-working woman and she would expect nothing but hard work from her employees. That is the reason why employees ran from her in a week, I hope she would be nicer to me.
“Okay.” She nodded.
I know she wouldn't have hired me if she wasn't desperate. Her cafe was busy and right now, she only had three more people to help her.
“Go get ready.”
“Huh?” I mumbled and she smirked evilly.
“Get ready right away, you don't have to change right now but get your hair tied up.”
“Okay,” I nodded. I could do this, how hard could it be?
My anxiety was screaming at me as if nibbling away any surety I had ever had. It was like a constant hole in my stomach as I worked and talked to people, some of them were rude and didn't respond to my greetings. I stuttered so much while talking to a guy, he gave me a pitiful smile and quickly ordered. Later, he and his friends laughed at me and it had taken everything in me to not dissolve into tears and go back to my apartment. Susan had asked me to handle one of the registers and she opened the other one herself. It was stressful but I concentrated.
Susan was right, I had not worked a day in my life. You don't have to work when you are a daughter of a world famous artist. My father never wanted me to work, he liked spoiling me. I focused on the customer in front of me. He was a kind old man who did not trigger my stutter much.
“Your order will be ready soon, m..may I know your name?”
Hey told me his name and walked away to sit at a table to wait for his order. Rechecking the money I had made him pay to make sure it was exact for what he had ordered, I didn't notice when someone walked in until I heard some clearing of throat sound. I brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, and looked up at the three men in front of me. One of them was saying something but I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying. They were the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on, the hair on my body stood attention to their presence. I blinked a few and shook my head to get rid of the weird feeling that was taking over my body to actually listen to them.
The one with blonde hair, his lips were moving. The one with tatted hair looked amused and the long haired one held nothing in his gaze.
“Excuse me?”