Seriously, no turkey talk. : (
EM2009: Y? Whatâs wrong?
baristachick09: Em, am I totally lame? Do u think Will likes me?
EM2009: Will, who gave you his #, Will? Totally.
baristachick09: Thatâs just it.
EM2009: ???
baristachick09: I called the #. Not in service.
baristachick09: r u still there?
EM2009: Yeah. Just thinking.
baristachick09: Itâs bad, right?
EM2009: I dunno. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe something happened?
baristachick09: Like what?
EM2009: I donât know, ask him when u c him.
baristachick09: Maybe. : (
EM2009: Cheer up. Itâs a holiday! : )
baristachick09: Y r u in such a good mood?
EM2009: : ) : ) : )
baristachick09: What? Tell me.
EM2009: Cam=AWESOME.
baristachick09: u talked to him?
EM2009: Yeah. A few times. We were just IMing but he had to go help cook. OMG, what a sweetie.
baristachick09: He is.
EM2009: We r going out tomorrow night.
baristachick09: u r? Cool.
EM2009: u r ok with that, right? r u mad?
baristachick09: No.
EM2009: r u sure?
baristachick09: Yeah.
EM2009: Rememberâu set us up . . .
baristachick09: I know, I know. Not mad, promise. Just thinking about the Will thing.
EM2009: Donât let it ruin your day. 4real.
baristachick09: Ok.
EM2009: My mom is calling. Got2go. c u tomorrow, k?
baristachick09: c u.
I log off and sit back in my desk chair. I know I set Cam and Em up and I am happy that Em is happy but . . . I donât know. I guess Iâm a little surprised that theyâve hit it off so quickly. Theyâre both awesome, so I guess I shouldnât be too surprised. Ugh. Itâs probably this whole Will thing making me feel weird. I push away from my computer, climb back into bed, and throw my fuzzy pink covers over my head. Maybe a nap will help.
Itâs still dark out after Iâve slowly trudged into the store. I canât believe I have to work this early, but itâs Black Friday, our busiest day of the year. Everyone comes in for coffee to keepwarm and awake while they wait in line at electronics or toy stores or wherever else all the big sales are. Iâm trying to mentally prepare for the day of craziness when I see a sleepy-eyed Em come in.
âHey, Jane,â she says. She yawns and walks to the break room to put her stuff away. She comes back up front and helps me arrange the chairs.
âTired?â
She yawns. âUh-huh.â
âIâll go make some drinks to wake us up.â
âGood idea.â
âHave you tried the maple macchiato yet?â I ask.
âNo, but Iâll drink anything this morning. I need something to kick me into gear.â
I step behind the counter and turn on the espresso machine. Derek comes out from his office and gives me a look.
âJane, I need to see you,â he says.
Shoot. He looks pissed. What could I have done now? I follow him back to his office and take a seat.
âWhatâs up?â I ask.
âWell,â he starts, âI donât want to take the word of one employee over another, but if there is something going on I need to stop it right now.â I stare at him blankly.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâve been doing well lately, Jane. Really.â
âOkay . . .â
He sighs heavily. âAre you giving out free drinks to your friends?â he asks.
âWhat?â I hope I sound shocked. âNo, of course not! Who would say that about me?â
âI really shouldnât say,â he answers slowly, but instantly I know. Itâs that stupid middle-aged Botox-faced Daisy.
âDaisy told you that, didnât she?â I ask. Derek holds up both hands in protest.
âI really shouldnât say,â he repeats, shaking his head from side to side.
âYou donât have to,â I say. âI know it is herâshe is totally jealous of me. And how can you trust someone whose face doesnât move when she talks? You