“You will like this one, Bret! It will make you look like a dog!” Jutta encouraged her brother’s best friend. As soon as he tried to slyly shuffle away from her, she tugged him back by the strap of his apron, slinging her arm around his neck in the mimicry of a very gentle chokehold, making it impossible to escape. Naturally, Bret was too sweet and kind to not oblige her which was why he humoured her and posed for her camera, the Snapchat filter she had chosen giving them dog ears and noses and big pink tongues.
“See, you look so cute!” she squealed, saving the photo to her camera roll before adding it to her story with a quick swipe of her thumb. With a knowing look at the man, she prodded him teasingly on his arm. “I’m sure that Dennis will agree as well.”
His answering blush was all it took for her to throw her head back and allow a tinkle of laughter to escape her. She still wasn’t sure if she liked Dennis Archer very much and thought that Rosy’s nickname of ‘Grumpy Dennis’ suited him well, but even the mere mention of him brought that same shy little smile to Bret’s face, which must mean he possessed some good qualities.
Eventually giving into Bret’s pleading when he insisted that they had to get back out to the shop floor and actually do their job, Jutta heaved a dramatic sigh. She liked her job as a barista for the sole reasoning of her being able to talk to lots of different people that came in and out of The Busy Bean. Plus, her outfit actually made her look kind of cute as proven by the amount of times she’d posted a selfie on Instagram while wearing it. What she couldn’t be doing with were all the demanding people that filed into the café during rush hour and demanded that their soy vanilla latte with a dash of cinnamon had to be ready soon or they would report ‘that lazy beanpole of a barista’ to the manager. Jutta let most of these insults roll off of her, simply returning her attention back to Candy Crush when shouty businessmen began raising their voices, but Bret had kindly attempted to tell her that she shouldn’t do that anymore.
Resigning herself to a day filled with people who did not understand basic manners, she was about to step out behind the counter after Bret when he let out a noise of surprise, having evidently bumped into someone. Jutta didn’t recognise the girl who was now apologising and, though she spent a lot of time giving her sole attention to her iPhone, she knew she hadn’t seen the stranger before.
Blanching a little when the girl asked for a Jutta, the blonde’s first reaction was to nudge Bret with her elbow in an attempt to keep quiet.
“Do I know a Jutta?” she pretended to muse, shuffling onto the shop floor and pretending to fiddle with the dials on one of the machines. She knew better than to fiddle too much however, as the last time she had done so had resulted in coffee grains spilling out everywhere. Upon hearing why the girl was looking for her, her head snapped up and she looked appalled.
“I’m meant to be a supervisor?” she asked, eyes wide. “What’s that?”
She directed her look of terror towards Bret and shook her head helplessly. The job sounded like far too much responsibility for her liking.
“Did I get promoted?” she quietly wondered.
Eyes skipping back and forth between the pretty, blonde girl and the tall, princely guy, Lucy chewed nervously on her inner cheek, trying to work out whether or not the two before her would be able to help her at all. If their aprons were anything to go by, she was positive that they had to work there – unless they were just two weird people cosplaying as Busy Bean baristas in the backroom, which she was pretty sure was not the case – and so surely one of them must know who the elusive Jutta was.
When the girl before her had simply looked bemused, while pondering over whether or not she knew a Jutta, Lucy scowled. Now, she knew she was no expert, but she was pretty sure that Jutta sounded vaguely German, and if the girl's accent was anything to go by then surely she had to be her? Of course, that was going off of the vague assumption that she was the only German person in New York, which was a pretty ignorant assumption to make – especially given that she already knew two other Germans in the form of Wilhelm and Rosy.
“How can you not know if you know a Jutta?” Lucy quietly mused, muttering the words in confusion under her breath.
Following the Pretty and Princely out onto the shop floor, she twirled the strings of her apron around her finger, fidgeting all the while. Awkwardly lingering just a few feet behind them, not wanting to play around with anything or even touch any of the machines for fear of sending coffee exploding over a customer or releasing a fountain of creamer, she waited until the girl finally stopped short, Lucy's words catching up with her.
If the look on her face was anything to go by, the girl – who Lucy could now safely assume was Jutta – wasn't entirely happy about the task she'd been appointed. Furrowing her brow and shrugging her shoulders lightly, Lucy offered her up an apologetic smile – though, in fairness, she wasn't sure what she had to be sorry for.
Watching as the Pretty – or rather Jutta – and Princely – whose name she had yet to decipher – stared at each other in bewilderment, sharing silent exchanges while Lucy loitered nearby, she wondered if perhaps she should just buck up the courage to say something. It was her first day, so she really didn't want to overstep, but she also didn't wanna hang around all day doing nothing and risk getting fired on her first frigging day.
“Um, I dunno so much about the promotion,” she started, edging forward nervously and stealing a quick glance up at the tall man. He really was tall, and she cocked her head to the side and wondered if Scotty would consider dating him. She was pretty sure that, as far as guys went, he was probably kinda handsome.
Not keen on letting her self get distracted – and by a man, no less – she darted her eyes back to Jutta and pouted.
“So, I think it's... kinda your job to, well, supervise me,” she stated, offering a meek smile in the process. “Y'know, show me the ropes. Like, how everything works around here... Basically, just... show me what it is you do every day, I guess?”
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