Amelia was... a tad bit overwhelmed by how quickly things moved after her new boss left the room. First, she was rushed by two girls, one of them being her dark-haired baking partner who introduced herself as Matina, which to her sounded like the girl possibly had some Hispanic relations, not that it was a bad thing by any means. It was just that the name came off that way to her. Other then that, Amelia made it a note to keep an eye on this one, as apparently she liked to take the muffins in the shop without paying for them.

The second girl was also a dark-haired one named April. She didn't stick around long other then to welcome Amelia and compliment her on her name. Amelia found this odd, not finding her name in the least bit attractive, instead finding it rather plain. There were plenty of other Amelia's out there, weren't there? However, April was definitely a pretty girl herself, and Amelia had no doubt she had the eye of many a guy aimed at her.

Amelia barely had time to really process all of this before two more people came over to introduce themselves. The first was yet another girl, this one introducing herself as Fara, which was not a name Amelia had ever heard of before. Still, she seemed like a rather friendly girl, giving Amelia a word of warning in concerns to Matina and the muffins before leaving to clean one of the machines behind the counter.

Finally, the last person to greet her was the first boy, who introduced himself as Jules. Jules was definitely... something. He was almost an entire foot taller then Amelia causing her to actually have to tilt her head back to look him properly in the face. He noted that his hair was dyed an admittedly nice hue of lavender and that underneath his apron his sense of style was... not what she was expecting from a boy. Then again, even his name wasn't the most male name she had heard, in fact she associated it with females more. Maybe he was one of those types who didn't feel like they were one gender or the other? That was definitely interesting if that was the case.

Seeing as Jules was the only one to stick around, he was the only one Amelia was able to properly 'respond' to. Doubting that any of her coworkers knew even the smallest amount of sign language, Amelia dug into her pocket, pulling out a small notepad and a pen. She quickly opened the pad up to a blank sheet and wrote down on it before turning it to face Jules.
It's a pleasure to meet you Jules. I hope we get along well. If you don't mind me asking, is Jules your actual name? It head in very neat and elegant cursive.

With a guilty grin, April stuck her tongue out childishly. Her grumpy co-worker was always snide like this, but April was convinced that Ursula would come around one day. Being stuck together day after day for hours on end certainly gave April the perfect opportunity to make it work. So really, it was only a matter of time.

"It's okay Ursula, you can dance with me! I don't bite," April said waving her hand teasingly before leaning over the counter, propping her head against her hand. "Unless...that's...what you're into?" She continued awkwardly, unsure if she might be hitting the nail too close to the head. With the way Ursula carried herself and dressed, it might not be a far leap to assume she could be into some kinky stuff. April felt just as awkward considering it as she did making the joke,as such humor was not generally in her nature. However, she's in college now. To entertain, she must keep up with such trends and give the people what they want! Though, the longer she sat there thinking about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and she quickly regretted her decision. Just then, as though, he were waiting for the perfect moment to be her perfect distraction, Randall walked in.

"Oh my gosh, Randy!" April quickly turned Randall's way, hoping to forget her awkward commentary. "Welcome to the party! Aaaand, as it turns out, our employee discount doesn't get us free menu items." Snickering, the girl glanced at Matina. The poor thing was probably never going to live down that muffin. "But, I'd be happy to whip up whatever you'd like," the ballerina offered, theatrically gesturing towards their plethora of machines that sat along the wall behind her.

Fara mostly just rolled eyes, from behind the bulk of the espresso machine, as April and Ursula pestered Jakob about game music. She was so very tempted to yell out ‘Play Freebird!’, but the last time she did that it was plain that she was the only one to find it funny. Setting her bad jokes aside, she instead strung together a few more mental curses for the prick that somehow blown up a drink all over the machine and then never bothered to clean up.

As April leaned forward, Fara found herself having to resist the urge to try and find an excuse to lean back and look at that perfectly toned backside; this was not helped by the mention of ‘biting’ and whither or not Ursula was into that kind of thing. For fuck’s sake, you’re not a 14 year old boy with a porn mag, get a hold of yourself! Fortunately the Universe seemed kind enough to provide a distraction, even if it was only Randy. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but his attitude at times got on her nerves.

Matina perked up as April brought up dancing with Ursula, which was something she had wanted to do for awhile. Leaning over the counter, she waved her arm in the air excitedly while grinning, resonding with, "Oo, oo! I bite! If that's what you are into!" Kind of oblivious to the fact that April had meant it in a different way.

Her sights set on a new task, Matina barely noticed Randall walking in and the passive aggressive comment thrown her way as she moved around the counter and towards Ursula confidently, calling out towards Jakob, "Play somethin' for us, Piano Man!" stopping in front of the young woman and holding out her hand. "If you dance with me, I'll buy you a muffin," she offered, smiling.

Matina took back her hand only to place it on her hip as she turned her headand lifted her chin slightly. "What? Me? Steal?" She gasped dramatically, flicking an imaginary piece of hair over her shoulder with her free hand (since it was in a bun anyway). "I would never! I am a good, law-abiding child of our Lord, and frankly for you to place such an accusation on my good name is quite hurtful to my poor soul-," Matina said in her best 19th century southern woman accent, trying her best to hold back a laugh. "-But for you..anything," she ended, giving a playful wink.

Matina still wondered why everyone was still going on about the whole muffin situation. To her, she did nothing wrong; she was first and that muffin was there for the taking, but she was determined to get Ursula to dance with her, though it might get her fired if she continuously took food, but y'know, what's done is done. She'd pay for them eventually. Or just not get caught.

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Jules stared with some amusement as the new girl started furiously scribbling on her notepad, letting down his hand and straightening out his wide hem sweater and skirt while he waited. He heard Randy come up behind him just as New Girl finished writing and showed him the note, but luckily April seemed to be taking care of him for the moment.

Still, work was work despite what the others were doing and so quickly responded to the New Girl with a "No, not really. If that doesn't fit you can call me your date instead." Jules gave her a wink before turning back to the register just in time to watch Randy doing his usual sexy impression. Like usual, it managed to brighten up Jules' night just a little bit if only because he found it cute and hilarious in equal measures.

"Sorry Randy boy, you've got competition for April and you know I charge by the hour, but I'll throw in the coffee for free with the first hour if you'd like. Otherwise coffee's gonna be two dollars," Jules said with an easy smile. He turned back to look at New Girl and pointed with his head toward April and said "Sorry, seems our other workers are a bit busy goofing off at the moment so just shadow April for now and she'll show you how to make the drinks."

Working away at cleaning still, she was grateful for the distraction as the probably intentional flirting between April and Matina was doing a number on her thanks to an annoyingly hyper libido and an artists imagination, and Ursula was not helping matters. Stupid pretty girls, stupid horniness, stupid…. “Ghaa!” She muttered, working the cloth into the corners.

Looking up, she saw Randall wink at her, which earned him an eye-roll. ”Barkin’ up the wrong tree there,” She smirked, tossing her cleaning cloth into the sink behind the counter after wiping her hands. ”Though, bear with me a sec on the drink.” Chuckling at Ursula’sl little dig, she made her way over to Jules and Amelia. ”I’ve got this,” She said as she walked up. If we wait for any of them to stop goofing off, we’ll have all graduated before Amelia learns anything here. She added motioning to her co-workers with smile.

Waving Amelia around the counter, she pulled a to go cup from the stack, showed Amelia how much far to fill it and add the sugar. ”This one is pretty simple and easy, much like Randy.” She said with a smirk, Randall had been a regular for long enough that she felt comfortable giving him a hard time now and again. ”There are a few things that are kind of trick, but most folks just want coffee, and we’re not some place like Starbucks, so everything is named with real words…that said if someone comes in with their ‘Venti’ crap, feel free to mock them. Most everyone else does.”

"Really?!" Matina exclaimed, her face lighting up as Ursula accepted, giving a small twirl and grinned, but before she grabbed her hand, she responded to her earlier comment with, "But I think Randy's car is pretty neat, though mine is better, and I don't exactly know what 'getting topped' is, but it sounds cool, so I'd be down," she shrugged, feeling as if she knew that term from somewhere, but she wasn't sure.

"But that's okay, I don't dance either, well, depending on your point of view that is. I personally think I'm a great dancer," Matina grinned, grabbing Ursula's hand and began tugging her into the middle of the floor, humming to herself.

Amelia's pale cheeks turned a bright, crimson red when Jules' said that she could refer to him as 'her date'. The fact that he said it so casually and without the slightest trace of embarrassment caught her completely off guard and she didn't know how to respond to this scenario in the slightest. She was so caught up in all of this, she didn't even realize that he hadn't questioned why she wrote out her question rather then speak it out loud. That was usually the first thing people asked her when she did this to them for the first time. What was with this place?!

Thankfully, she would get a distraction soon enough in the form of Fara, who came over and lead Amelia over to the coffee machine, showing her how to pour a simple cup of coffee for the one boy who had walked in and seemed familiar with everyone here. She knew her job wasn't to pour coffee but she didn't see the harm in learning, since she might need to incase the store got a little overcrowded at some point and they needed more people up front. However, when Fara brought up talking back to people about something called Venti, which she was completely unfamiliar with, she looked both confused and slightly saddened. Once again, she dug out her notepad and paper before writing something down to show it to the person she wanted to talk to, this time being Fara.
What do you mean by Venti? I've never heard of it before. And the reason I'm not allowed up front is because talking to others would be rather hard for me. It read.

April smirked and rolled her eyes at Randall's lip biting. Typical Randall move. Although a little confused, she took his money without a word and dropped the change in the tip jar. Funny that someone who is willing to give extra initially tried to get something for free. She shrugged to herself and resolved that she was probably never going to understand the strange man.

With a spin, April pranced away from the counter and towards her coworkers making a cup of coffee. She leaned against the counter on the other side of Amelia and laughed.

"Don't teach her bad manners! That is so not true! We only mock Randy," the dancer explained with a smile and a quick glance his way. He seemed to be making trouble, like always. April was amused when Amelia pulled out a notepad. At first she thought the girl was diligently taking notes. However, when she showed it to Fara what was written, April become curious. Sliding next to the gorgeous Persian girl, April leaned in close.

"Oh my gosh! Hey, hey, it's okay!" The twenty year old exclaimed, trying to be supportive. "Matina and I do enough talking to make up for it." April continued with a big cheesy smile.

Looking between Randall and Ursula, Matina furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly, confused. She still had no idea what they were talking about, but the way Randy made it sound, it didn't seem like her idea of what is was matched up with theirs, so while he was busy talking, she quickly pulled out her phone and unlocking the screen, saying, "Here, I'ma look it up real fast," but almost immediately regretting doing so, after scrolling through some stuff. If her face could have gotten red, it would have.

"Oh...That's what is means," she trailed off, putting her phone away and glancing at the ground awkwardly for a few moments before her demeanor changed to that of a confident one. Crossing her arms, Matina straightened herself and lifted her head, adding, "Welp, there's no going back now. I'm true to my word. I'd still do it," Matina nodded, giving off a look of determination. She wasn't going to give up that easily. "Though I have to say, you're-," she pointed at Randy,"-Definitely not first on my list. That's reserved for a..special someone," she cleared her throat and paused for a moment before moving in closer as he did, not enjoying the look he had given Ursula. "But you'd better watch out Randy, because I do bite," she said, leaning in and smiling.

While the others nattered, Fara raised an eyebrow as Amelia pulled out a pen and paper as wrote a quick note. For a brief moment, she considered asking why, but easily quashed that idea as she was sure Amelia was as sick of answering the question as Fara was answering ‘So where are you from?’, as if someone of her complexion couldn’t possibly have been born in America.

”Don’t worry about it,” She said instead. ”It’s ‘Starbucks culture’ thing.” She added, throwing in a mock shudder for effect. Out of the corner on her eye she spotted April moving their way, with her typical dancer’s grace. Though she was quick to push it back down, her over active imagination did its best to add its own take on that. Fucking Hell Fara, spend sometime ‘finger painting’ before work… It was on occasions like this, she was glad her complexion made it easy to hide a blush. Things didn’t get a whole lot easier when April sidled up right beside her.

”Don’t tell her that,” She said, reining in her thoughts. ”And Randy doesn’t really count; he’s here so much, they should just make him a part of the staff.” She added, throwing a smirk his way. As for April’s last comment, all she could do was chuckle; those two probably spoke more than the rest of the shift. Trying to at least seem professional for the first part of her shift, Fara looked over at Matina and gave an amused sigh. ”Since Matina’s gone and gotten herself distracted as usual,” She said to April. ”Do you want to show Amelia the baking, or me?” She almost said, and with no innuendo intended, ‘or make it a threesome’, but fortunately her brains stopped that before it crossed her lips.

She was pretty sure she’d have spontaneously combusted due to sheer embarrassment if that had happened.

Damien swore that he wasn't going to come in late anymore. He was going to change his ways; become a model citizen, dress semi-professionally, and quit vaping. He knew that at one point he legitimately believed those lofty goals could be achieved, but now, yeah, no one believed that.

He opened his eyes. It was dark out, too dark out. Instantly he knew he had overslept, again. This was becoming a trend of his. Fighting the urge to pull back up the covers and sleep for an extra three hours, he hazily rose out of bed and got ready. If anyone questioned him he would tell them that he got ready as quickly as he could, even when this definitely wasn't the case.

Damien still found himself groggy as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. He would normally try to keep from yawning, but what's the use? Everyone could probably guess why he came into work late anyways. The sky was pitch black- signaling the true start of his late night work shift.

He entered the shop's door to find the usual faces gathered there. Matina, Ursula, April...he continued listing his co-workers names in his head as he spotted them. He hoped he could slip in quietly and no would notice his absence, besides, it seemed like most of them were already caught up in shenanigans of their own.

The clock struck midnight.

Keyword, Struck.

XiaoBao is late. As per usual.

It is not so much that he cannot get up in time to make it to work. It literally is because he chooses to hit the snooze button. After all, he doesn't really need this job, does he?

In any case, XiaoBao hops out of bed, and take a look in the mirror. His hair is at least presentable and not in the typical shape of the proverbial 'sex hair' which he often wakes up with, regardless of his rendezvous the night prior. Opening his closet, one can see his collection of neatly pressed and hung dress shirts, in various tones of grey, from stark white to charcoal. He decides on a smoke grey shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Peering into this rack of shoes, it is decidedly a high top Jordan 1s kind of night. So, naturally, he reaches for his trusty Jordan 1, colored in what they called Sail and Red trim. After he is all dressed, he hastily grabs a random watch off his dresser to pair with his outfit and heads out, bike helmet in tow.

Putting on his headphone, he started scrolling through some music. This song was the first one on so he decided to just let the playlist play and headed for work.

After a short ride, he would arrive and see that the rest of the evening crew had already arrived. Sighing, he parked and locked his bike and headed in, music still playing.

Without much more than a small wave of nod to any crew he would pass by, he first headed into the back area and dropped off his helmet, one that is haphazardly decorated with stickers and graphics. Taking out his earbuds, he made sure his phone was set to 'vibrate' and tucked it along with the headphones into his right pocket. Straightening himself out, he headed out to the front and approached Matina. "Hey, sorry about being late. Where do you want me tonight?" He said to her, while fixing his hair in short, ruffling movements.

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