ESME'S POV
"Good morning." I greeted my boss, Mr. William as I stepped into the restaurant readying myself for what is to come.. He was a man who bore a resemblance to the chef skinner from the film Ratatouille.He owned a little restaurant that resembled a small café in America where I got my bread and butter.
"What is good about this morning?You're late again." He hissed at me angrily.
"I'm sorry Mr.William. It won't happen again."
I regret having to apologize for something that wasn't my fault. The traffic here in Ghana is absolutely crazy. And worse I missed the first bus."That's all you keep saying. I've heard the same thing six times.Next time I won't buy that lame croquette excuse.I'll dock your pay or fire you."
Blah.....Blah....Blah..... Tell that to the traffic and the bus drivers shorty.I looked around and noticed that even the other workers Stefanie and Sophia were not in yet. Did I mention that the place was understaffed and the short ass wasn't paying me too well although I worked from 8am to 8pm.I mostly took on the waitressing and cleaning alongside the cooking hoping that one day the dwarf might see my hard work and increase my paycheck.But news flash, the shorty barely notices.
"Sophia and Stephanie can't make it today, so it's all on you."
What? Those two lazy sloths, always making up excuses to be absent after we visited the club together.Today isn't going to be easy for me at all.Sophia who bore a resemblance to the movie star Eve Esin was our waitress and Stephanie who also looked like Rita Dominic took care of cleaning the place.I remembered Sophia leaving the club with a guy who looked exactly like my sweet boyfriend Adam yesternight and Stefanie left with some rich dude.
"Can you handle it."
Even if I couldn't, there's nothing you're going to do about it. So I simply shook my head and smiled. Like Supergirl, I sweep my messy curled hair behind my back and rushed into the changing room. I chucked my leather bag into a closet and came hack to set up the place.
My mother taught me everything I needed to know about cooking.When I was fifteen, she began showing me everything about food and she shared stories about how she won "MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE" Dad's heart with her special meal.And her best advice ever was that the way to a man's heart is his stomach.
Speaking of men. Who's that? A tall, devilishly handsome young man in black suit and glasses stood at the entrance. I froze. My mind stopped working and my body turned numb.Was he a model, a movie star or a celebrity? His dark glasses hid his eyes making it totally impossible to see where they were focusing on. He carried himself with a commanding air of self-confidence.He looked powerful and extremely rich.
He sauntered into the room and took a seat in the center.I adjusted my white and black outfit and grabbed a pen and the order slip pad.I hurried towards him to take his order.
"Good morning sir, please what would you like to order?" I stood in front of him and smiled at him.
"Good morning. I would like one of your espresso." He took off his glasses.His voice was deep, velvet-edge and strong making me edgy and nervous as hell. My hands were trembling when I wrote his order.I didn't know why, perhaps because of his appearance. He looked so much like the Nigerian actor Frank Artus, No Mike ..., No Majid Michelle.Well combine the three.
"Is there anything else, sir?"
"That's all, Miss." he replied and nodded, a sign of dismissal.
I served his coffee within five minutes.More customers came in and I became so busy taking orders and preparing their coffees. But I couldn't help glancing at the man from time to time.Finally I was done serving every one as fast as I could to prevent the absurd complains of poor service. If you're wondering where Mr.William was, he's actually in his office reading the daily news paper with those spoons he called legs on his desk. I entered into the bar counter and stared at the man again for a few seconds. He was strikingly attractive then suddenly his head turned and his eyes captured mine.I was so shocked by being caught staring at him.I felt so embarrassed.Gosh! I immediately looked away and luckily a woman was in front of me about to take her order.
"Welcome ma'am.What can I get you?" I asked the fat potato, oh sorry the overweight lady who looked like Rasputia Latimore From the movie Norbit.
"Coffee" She replied rudely.
"How many ma'am?" I asked politely.
"Do you see anyone else with me.Are you dumb or blind? Hurry up who'd you. I don't have the whole day."
With that she made her way over to where the beautiful gentleman sat. I saw her flirting with him or something.The gentleman dropped his coffee and said something that made the woman face turn sour. He probably insulted her which made her sit in the corner of the cafe with a stony face. Little did I know the tables were about to turn to me.
I made her coffee and set it in front of her."Enjoy!"
She glared at me angrily and took a sip.She spat it out as if she just drank a deadly poison."EWW! What is this? This taste's like hot water and black charcoal."
What? That's impossible.
"Go make another one." She ordered as if she owned the place.What the hell? I quickly strode over to the coffee machine and made another one and strode back to her table.She drank it and spat it out again. This time she spat it out like those comedy movie spitting when they hear something weird.
"You don't know how to make a simple coffee." She screamed at me."Do you just hang around here just looking pretty or watching customers move in and out. You're really incompetent."
"Excuse me." I glared at her with disbelief."So you also have hearing issues, stupid trash."
"Ma'am, there's no reason for you to be this disrespectful towards me. I'm calm because you're just a customer."
"Really? What are you going to do about it, huh?" She nudged me with her hand three times. That's it, I've had it with this ugly potato."Look, its not my fault that no man wants a fat potato like you." She gasped, raised her hand and was about to hit me but I evaded her hand causing her to collide into a few chairs and Several customers busted into laughter making the place sound like the audience from a TV show.
"What's going on here?" Mr. William's voice cuts the laughter.oh dear, I'm so dead.I tilt my head in his direction and he glared at me angrily and walked towards the woman and helped her up.