The coffee shop had become Ashton’s home away from home. If he wasn’t a school or home with Malachi and Korain, he could be found most likely messing up a latte. It baffled him that he hadn’t been fired yet. Maybe they were soft on jim because he was trying his hardest to get better. He stood at the espresso machine, working on a caramel macchiato. “Is that two shots of espresso and then foam or steamed milk?” He asked himself, wanted to get it right without checking the recipe cards. “Shoot.” He hissed as the mug burned him. “How did it get so hot?” He whined, knowing he probably looked and sounded like a child. “I promise that I’ll be with you in just a moment. I’m still new and these drinks are harder than I thought.” He rambled on to the next customer in line. He fumbled but eventually got the drink right. “Sorry, for the wait. What’s your name and what can I get for you?”
