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Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 40: What Now?

Jasmine's POV

It was a hot day in Brooklyn. I woke up to sweat running from my forehead to my chest and between my breasts. I pulled the covers off me and went to the bathroom and did my morning business. I stepped into the shower next, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking a long bath. I had been working myself up and breaking down again after seeing Evan and Aria Goode together at the restaurant.

Aria fricking Goode. A country singer. Beautiful in the face, long brown flowing hair, beautiful eyes, pretty lips and an awesome personality. Everyone liked her and would become a die hard fan the moment they heard her music. She was a goddess with a guitar and a songbird on the microphone. She was everything.

Despite the heat raging outside, I had to get to work. Today was payday and I needed my money badly.

I got dressed and went towards the kitchen.

"You got the morning shift?" Mom asked. She was whipping up a nice batch of pancakes which possessed her secret ingredient-- nutmeg.

?Oops, don't tell her I told you.

"Yeah. Dexter changed the shifts last night," I answered, snatching a pancake and drowning it in syrup.

Dexter was the supervisor and second in charge. He had the authority to hire and fire someone but he was very lenient and didn't abuse his power. He was also a friendly guy, solid built with a huge beer belly. We called him "Bear".

After devouring three large pancakes, I took a bottle water from the fridge and placed it into my bag. I swung the bag onto my shoulder, kissed my mom, waved bye-bye to my sister, and ran out the door.

I was early for work, so I decided to walk. I opened my umbrella against the rays of the sun, opened my bottled water and drank it as I walked along. The restaurant wasn't far from where I lived-- a twenty minute walk, so it made no sense taking a bus.

I checked in as I came through the employees' entrance. I placed my bag in my assigned locker, wrapped an apron around my waist and went on the floor. I loved the morning shift. It was easier than the night shift.copy right hot novel pub

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