Chapter One

The sun seemed to be shining exceptionally today just when I thought that heavens would conspire with me. I wasn’t sure if life was just being rude to me, or definitely just making fun of my future.

I wasn’t being ungrateful, though.

I just… want a better life.

"You should talk to him, Kath," Mila said as she adds some chocolate syrup on a chocolate cake platter she's holding. I rolled my eyes heavenwards and chuckled.

What a bright opinion Mila. What a bright opinion. Please note the sarcasm.

"Me? Talking to that guy? No way!" I hissed as I fill the empty medium-sized cup with root beer. After making sure that it's quite full, I immediately handed it to Mila. She then put the cup of root beer on a black tray same as the Chocolate cake platter.

"I'll be right back," she said and left our spot, carrying the black tray. I took a deep breath in and fixed my hair then went in front of the cashier.

"Hi! Welcome to Rique's cafe! May I take your order, sir?" I exclaimed with a smile.

Well, yes. It's quite too hard to believe that a beautiful (just kidding) woman like me is working in a cafe near Irdium Colleges, the school where I study Psychology. I've been in this cafe for like, 5 months? And, I swear. Our boss is freaking annoying like the orange guy on Youtube, except for the fact that annoying orange is quite funny, but our boss? Nope. He's simply annoying for he's always hot-headed. And one day... boom. He just pushed me through my limits so I punched him on his face. I just can't stand him being so bossy and annoying.

I can say that he is the most annoying boss I ever met.

I've worked in more than five cafes and all I can say is all of my bosses are so friendly. Well, except for boss Enrique.

He’s too rude for a boss! I wasn’t having any of it anymore.

"Mila," I said. "What's the date today?"

"Uh. May 27," she said.

"Shoot," I whispered. "Sophie said that Sir Enrique will be out of the hospital on this day." I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath in.

"You know, Kath. If you don't want to lose your job here. Just talk to him and say you're sorry. Okay?" Mila said.

I don't want to lose this job. But I really can't stand having a boss like Enrique.

Ugh, "Well, just wish me to luck Mila." I was about to take the order of another customer but then I noticed a black Porsche outside of the cafe. I bit my lower lip and crossed both of my fingers at my back.

"Are you going to take my order?" a customer asked. I pardoned and immediately took her order. I was about to leave my spot but then I heard Sir Enrique's booming yell.

Oh, God. Wish me luck.

**

"You know why you are here right, Ms. Kathrina Chanel Breevort?" Enrique asked through gritted teeth. I took a deep breath in and swallowed the lump on my throat. I can't look straight into Rique's eyes for it's burning in anger. If looks could kill and fry, I'm probably a fried skinny pig now.

"Look," I said. "I'm sorry alright? Sorry for hurting you because I just got carried away. I just… I swear, I’ll learn how to manage my issues from now on. I just… really need this job."

Enrique took a deep breath in and massaged his forehead, "I won't tolerate your actions anymore, Ms. Breevort. That would be the last straw for your behavior," he said. I bit my lower lip and sighed.

"Well, I guess this is a goodbye," I said to myself and looked at Enrique.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You may leave my office now," he uttered and handed me a white envelope. I took it and went out of his office with a broken heart.

Shoot. I can't believe that I need to find another job again.

"What happened?" Mila asked wearing her usual 'worried' face. I sighed and removed the maroon apron and handed it to her.

"I got fired," I said and put the white envelope I was holding inside my brown sling bag. "Well, this is life." I sat down on one of the café chairs and exhaled.

"And your life is definitely a piece of crap," Mila said. I rolled my eyes heavenwards.

"Yours is," I said and chuckled. "Just kidding."

Mila sat at the table in front of me. She's been my best friend since we were in our diapers and we never got separated, and this is the first time that I'll leave her working alone in this café. Well, literally not because there are at least 20 crews in this café, but we're not that close.

"Ugh. I think I need to resign," she said and scratched her forehead. I rolled my eyes heavenwards and playfully slapped her face.

"Nope. You won't leave this café just because of me."

"Who said it's because of you?" One of her eyebrows arched. I pouted. After a second, she laughed and pinched my very chubby cheeks.

"Just kidding." She smiled. I just smiled and talked with her about girly kinds of stuff. She's kind of allowed since she's on her break time. When her break time's finished, she went back to her spot. Well for me, I just stayed here in the café watching her serve the customers' orders. It's been like five hours and I feel so sad and all. Imagine, I just lost my job a while ago but I'm still here being a martyr-like I won't be freaking hurt.

"Ah! Work's done!" Mila said as she stretches her arms up in the air. Enrique left hours before his café close and assigned Mila to close the café for today. "What time is it?" she asked. I immediately brought out my phone which is obviously meant for people who can't afford an iPhone or any smartphones.

"6:21 PM," I said and put my phone inside my sling bag again.

"Come, let's eat sushi!" she exclaimed and hailed a cab. I just shook my head while smiling. Oh, Mila Oxford.