Eve’s morning started off interesting enough at All City right when she walked in. She’d woken up off a solid four and a half hours of sleep and had thought about nothing but her conversation with Selene since she woke up. Had she misjudged the girl? Was she only trying to be friendly? Had it been the late night getting to both of them? The thoughts ran rampant in her mind.
By now, the Englishwoman was ready for her morning cold brew. But what she saw instead made her blood run cold. Two male customers were leaning almost halfway over the counter, waving their coffee cups, and yelling at the baristas on duty. Eve recognized Jenny, who the rest of the staff affectionately called Jelly or Jelly Bean, and Bea as the two on the receiving end of the men’s anger.
“Enough!” Eve demanded, not even slipping out of her coat as she rounded the counter and glared at the men. To her delight, she was taller than both of them, especially in her heels. “What seems to be the problem here?”
The men ducked back to their rightful side of the counter and glanced at each other. Obviously, neither of them had counted on the arrival of a third, taller barista. Finally, one of them spoke. “She got our order wrong,” he accused, pointing a finger at Jenny.
Jenny’s eyes were wide as she shook her head. “I-I-I-I didn’t,” she stammered. Bea wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
“She did,” the other man agreed. “We want a refund and free drinks.”
Eve’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see the drinks.”
The second man shook his head. “We’d like to speak with the manager. They-” a pause and pointed finger at Jenny and Bea “-said she wasn’t here yet. We’re not leaving until she gets here to give us a refund.”
Eve arched her eyebrows. “I am the manager. And the owner. I’ll only repeat myself once more. Let me see the drinks.”
The men exchanged another look before setting the cups on the counter. Eve took them, looked at the label, and dumped them both in the trash can. Both men opened up their mouths, but Eve was already prepared. “Get out,” she ordered coldly. It was nearly a snarl. “Or I will call the police. Don’t ever bully my baristas again. Find somewhere else to get your coffee order wrong.”
The men immediately headed for the door.
“Yeah, go to Starbucks!” Bea yelled after them.
Eve waited until the men were out of sight, then smacked her. “Bea!”
“Ow!” Bea moaned. “What did I do?”
Eve frowned knowingly. “You know what you did. Now go get the next customer.”
Bea sighed but went to do as she was told while Eve guided Jenny out of sight. She knew Bea was tough and could handle herself. Hell, she’d probably been arguing with the men before Eve arrived. But Jenny was the newest hire and the youngest member of the staff. It was her first job.
Once they were alone, Eve pulled the girl into a gentle hug. Jenny immediately burst into tears and trembled. “It’s alright, darling,” she murmured reassuringly. “It’s alright. They were arseholes, and they’re gone. Breath, darling, breathe.”
After a minute or so, Jenny settled herself down. “Stay back here for a bit,” Eve said softly. “I’ll come and get you if we really need you. Take some time. Bea and I are here.”
Jenny nodded, teary-eyed. “Thank you, Miss Springett.”
Eve smiled warmly and rubbed Jenny’s shoulder. “I’ve told you before to call me Eve.”
With that, Eve slipped her coat off, pulled her hair up, and went to take the next customer’s order.