CHANCE LOOKS AT THE mirror and stares at himself. He smiles and smoothens his already perfectly waxed hair before fixing his uniform for the millionth time.
"Hey, new kid! You're not joining a freakin' pageant, what are you still doing here? The line outside is already long!" A man who entered the locker room shouts, startling Chance. The man was actually his new manager, so Chance didn't have the guts to throw him a witty response.
"S-Sorry boss." Chance says instead before wearing his apron and running outside to tend the counter with another coworker of his named Nathan.
"Seriously man, this is only your first day. Don't get on our manager's bad side this early in the game." Nathan says while making the latte that a customer ordered.
"Sorry." Chance says with a bright smile, and Nat
