Technically, he wasn't supposed to be working during his first year in law school, but Brian had no other choice. He needed a way to not only pay for tuition and books, but even a place to stay and some food to eat. It was going to be hard, and he knew law school was no joke, but he was determined to finish with his degree and eventually work for one of the best law firms in the city. It was his goal, and he would do anything and everything he could to see it happen. So even though he knew that working while studying through his first year would be borderline mental, he began his long and stressful journey of finding a job.
He spent a couple of hours going through the newspaper's classified ads, debating on whether or not he would be able to handle the stress of studying with the work load that each job would entail. After the words on the pages seemed to blend together, he felt sick, and knew that he had done enough job searching for the night. He sighed, leaning back on his chair and taking a drink of water. Who knew that looking for a job would be this stressful? He stifled a yawn, looking at his watch and realizing that he still needed to read a few chapters of his textbooks before next week.
He left the library for the night, dropping off his things at the dorm he was staying at for the time being. Instead of making his own with the new coffee pot, he opted to take a walk and stretch his legs. His mind was scattered, thinking about a million things that he had to do. So much reading, so much studying, so many things to pay for that he didn't want to think about. His feet moved automatically, not even paying attention to where he was going. It wasn't until something made him turn towards his reflection that he saw a sign, the kind of sign that he had been looking for all night.
And it was at a coffee shop, of all places. He stood out there for a few moments, thinking about whether he should go in or not. There was no way that he could make enough money working at a coffee shop, but it was something that he could handle, maybe even the kind of job that would allow him to do some studying when business was slow. His curiosity got the best of him, and he eventually walked in, ready to put his fate and his life in the hands of the girl behind the counter.
He gave her a small smile as he made his way to the counter, the place practically empty save for another student sitting at one of the tables with his laptop and a bunch of books surrounding him. Instead of immediately asking about the open position, he ordered his drink, thinking that some small talk would make it easier for him to decide if this was where he wanted to work during his law school career or not. Only time would be able to tell.
"Can I order a Chai Iced Tea please?"
