“Yes.”
This is the easy part. The hard part is dealing with people.
At first, I watched Tabitha take orders, reciting the special of the day by heart. But when it was my turn to serve a table of four, I freaked.
My happy voice came out kind of creepy, and I even cringed when I asked if they wanted a top-up of their coffee. But Tabitha was behind me the whole time, encouraging me when I was ready to give up. Quitting is not an option, as this is not long term. This is just a means to an end.
“Will you be okay on your own for around thirty minutes?” Tabitha asks, untying her black apron while we walk to the counter.
I nod even though I think I might choke without her.
“I’m just going on my break. It’s usually dead at this time of the day, so you’ll probably just need to refill the suga
