TALIA
The next day, I had to work the early shift. Around eight thirty in the morning, true to his word, Tom stopped by with a big smile on his face.
“Good morning, Talia,” he said as he stepped toward my register. “It’s worth waking up a little earlier to see you at the start of my day. You are quite a sight for sore eyes.”
“Hi, Tom. What can I get you?” I asked.
“How about a large coffee with cream and sugar, and I can’t say no to those delicious cinnamon rolls they have here.” I slowly typed in his order, still in the process of learning the register system.
“That will be six eighty-eight,” I said. “Would you like me to warm the roll up for you?”
“Yes, that would be great.” He smiled.
He was very smiley; he had a really nice smile, with bright white teeth. And really nice blue ey
