The Inevitable
Five o'clock, the hours.... the minutes, the seconds ticking by. "Why is my shift even this long? No one comes to the fifth street cafe anymore..." I was the only one in the shop, that's usually how it works out. As I said, no one really comes here, why hire more help than needed? The elevator music in the background was driving me crazy. "why is it even on? I sure don't enjoy it." The little bell on the door rang as a customer entered, interrupting my thoughts. A tall man in a dark suit came to the counter and ordered a small mocha frap. extra hot, no whip. He finished up his ordered by slapping his plastic on the counter b