Chapter Two

"Hey!" Sophie greeted us. It's already 10:30 in the morning and we're here inside Rique's café. It's Mila's day off and we don't know what to do so we just invited Sophie Johnsons-Enrique's half-sister, since they have the same biological father, over. But they don't use the same surnames.

"Good morning," I greeted and smiled. She sat on the comfy chair beside me and called a waiter.

"So, kuya fired you yesterday?" she asked.

I just sighed and smiled at her, "Yeah."

"Ugh," she groaned and took a sip on her hot chocolate. "Then the cutest cashier in town is gone here in Rique's café." She pouted.

“Silly," I said laughing, and took a sip on my coffee.

Sophie sighed and finished her cup of hot choco, "So when will you find a job?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled a bit.

"I found a café down the streets named Punder's café," I said. "I might apply there this afternoon or tomorrow." Sophie's eyes bawled and she immediately stood up then pulled me.

"Punder's café is my brother's café rival but I really want to help you get a job so we're going there, right now!" she said and pulled me out of the café. I looked at Mila with my puppy eyes but I guess it won't work for her. Sophie forced me to enter inside her car. I can do nothing, like ugh. God, this is child abuse. Wait, am I even still a child? Or I just consider myself as one?

"Punder's café," Sophie said. I heave a sigh and nudged Mila's arms. She just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

"Just be thankful to her, girlfriend," Mila uttered.

Yeah, right Kath. Just be thankful to her, at least Sophie's helping you to get a job again. But... Darn, I'm not yet ready.

"This isn't a good idea, Sophie," I hissed and looked at her. She rolled her eyes heavenwards

"God, Kath. Just try," she said. "And differentiate that café from any other cafes here in Brampton. They just don't accept applicants." I ohh-ed. Alright, I admit it that I freaking thought that they'll just accept me immediately. I guess I was wrong.

"Fine, fine," I said. Sophie smiled at me.

It took us 15 minutes before we arrived at Punder's café. The café's so classy and it looks like only people who can afford an iPhone or anything expensive can go inside.

"Come, come!" Sophie excitedly said. I get that she's excited for me to have a job in a classy café like this, but well don't be mad at me but her being excited is kind of exaggerated and... weird.

As we enter café, the cold air brought by the air conditioner and the aroma of coffee greeted us first. I roamed my eyes. The place looks so darn good.

"Hey, Sophie!" a girl wearing a fringe hanging top, a floral short-shorts and a combat boots. I swear, she looks so hot, my eyes can't help but to adore her beauty.

"Uhm, hi?" She snapped her fingers in front of my face. Oh shoot, did I... stared at her face for 2 seconds? "You're cute, and kinda creepy," she said, laughing at my weird-ass behavior.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said and bit my lip. "Anyway, I'm Kathrina Breevort," I added and shook my hands with hers.

"Lyza Steinfield," she said and smiled. She looks like Meisa Kuroki. Oh God. "Anyway, what are you guys doing here?" she asked.

"Oh... Kathrina wants to apply here as a waitress," Sophie said.

Lyza smiled and called a girl wearing a tucked-in blue blouse and a black pants. "This is Ingrid Delavan, Punder's café's manager." Miss Ingrid smiled at us.

"She'll be the one to interview Kathrina. And Sophie, please enjoy your stay here. Excuse me please." She smiled and left us. I took a deep breath in. This is it.

"Please follow me, Ms. Breevort." I nodded and bidded my good byes to Mila and Sophie before following the manager.

"Please take a seat," she said as she seats on a black swivel chair. I immediately sat on one of the chairs and smiled at Miss Delavan. She immediately asked for the documents needed so I immediately opened my sling bag and gave her a brown envelope. Good thing I brought those documents before leaving my apartment.

"How old are you?" she asked as she scans some of my papers.

"21 ma'am," I said. Miss Ingrid nodded and put all of my papers back on its envelope. She looked at me with a frown on her face.

"Well, first I want to tell you that you're quite qualified to be one of our waitresses," she said and cleared her throat. "But, unfortunately, you're from Rique's café."

My forehead crinkled, "Uh, what's wrong with that ma'am?"

"We don't accept applicants that worked on Rique's café before, I'm sorry," she said.

"B-but, that's so lame!" I exclaimed. I thought she'll shout at me but she didn't, she even agreed with me!

She stood up and patted my shoulder, "We know that, Miss Breevort. But that just shows how much Mr. Punder hates Mr. Courtlandt. Now, if you may excuse me," she said and went outside of this office. I sighed then stood up from the chair I was sitting then grabbed my envelope. I angrily pushed the door but then I heard someone yell 'ouch'.

"Who the hell is inside this office?" I bit my lower lip and crossed my fingers. Shoot. The guy angrily opened the door and glared at me. "You, why are you here?" He pointed at me using his right index finger while his left hand is holding his nose.

"Uh." I scratched my head. I was about to answer but then he immediately pulled me out of the office and pushed me, 'causing me to fall on the tiled floor.

"What the!" I hissed.

"Oh my God, babe! Why did you do that?" Lyza came and helped me stand up. The guy held Lyza's hand and glared it me.

"Go out," he said calmly but there's a hint of annoyance and anger on his tone. I sighed.

"I'm sorry ok-"

"I said out!" he shouted.

"What the hell, man! Who are you to shout at me?" I yelled. The guy arched his left eyebrow and looked at me like I'm an imbecile or whatever.

"You don't know who I am?" he said and glared at me. "I'm just Drey Jackson Punder. Now if you may excuse me and my girlfriend."

Drey Jackson Punder... Punder.

Shoot, I'm dead.

"Bestie, are you okay?" Mila asked. I closed my eyes and heave a sigh.

"This is the worst day of my life. First, I didn't make the cut because I'm a former Rique's café worker and second, I just yelled at the owner of this café," I said. "I'm definitely okay, Mila." I rolled my eyes heavenwards and made my way out of Punder's café.

Life, why are you so cruel to me?