CARLA
Low chattering from the few customers synched with the quiet breeze that wafted around the café.
It was a sunny Saturday. My shift started at noon and ended in the evening. There were no classes today.
I was taking orders from the customers and trying to do my job perfectly, regardless of the subtle glares and whisperings from my co-workers. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by it.
The door chimed as someone walked in. It was a guy. He had shades on. I hurried over to his table to take his order.
"Good afternoon, Sir. What would you like to order?"
"Hi, Carla."
The voice was familiar. Then he took off the shades and I realized who it was. My nameless neighbor.
"Uh, hello." I held the notepad tighter, flashing him an awkward smile. "Would you like to order?"
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