35: Assholes in Love

SCARLETT

I squinted to read the inscription on the coffee cups I’d just been handed by the chef’s assistant.

“Two lattes for the witch of the west?” my announcement was more of a question than a statement.

A girl in a princess dress and bumble bee tights walked up to the counter and smiled at me before reaching for them, “that's me,” she took them and dropped the most generous tip I’d received in a while.

“Thank you,” I said while still making sense of the name she’d chosen when she looks and acts like a ray of sunshine.

The fifty dollar tip was still before me when Blake walked up to the counter and picked it up with a smile.

“Good to know you're making the big bucks,” he tucked it into my apron and the way his palm grazed my hip in the process made me shiver slightly.

“Says the owner of the cafe,” I glared at him playfully.

“Being the owner of this cafe would only be any good if it helps me score favors from the prettiest employee,” he smiled, “I mean you, if that wasn't clear eno