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Collateral

... grabbing her purse from a chair. "You take care, you hear!" she said with a southern twang in her voice, as she ran out of the shop's back door. "Yes ma'am!" he shouted, knowing she most likely didn't hear him. He sighed before bracing himself to return back to work, squeezing the last drop out of his enthusiasm and energy to labor.

He opened the door again and was met with chatter and chaos. He eased his way back into the mix before turning to Patrica who had been manning the counter. She was new and a little sassy but she did her job with ease, never posing a problem. At his new found presence beside her, she snapped her head from the cashier to meet Ezra small stature, her red ponytail swinging. "Yes, small fry." she teased before grinning, showing off her teeth and the gum she had been chewing on. He blushed slightly before speaking up. "Um...who was the customer who needed assistance?" he asked politely. At the question, she visibly scanned the room before landing on the patron in particular. In the far corner of the shop, sat a man. He had on business professional attire and wore dark shades. His face held a little stubble, a sharp jawline and plump lips. On his hands, he had rings that glimmered and shined with his movements. On the table sat his phone, as the man had nothing else in his possession. Ezra gazed at the man across the room, his presence piquing his interest but he shoved his curiosity down for the sake of work.

Patrica pointed her finger, red nail ...

... polish adorning her nails. "Him right there." she confirmed. The two watched the man for a moment, he seemed to be observing the room. He then came across the two workers stalking him and Ezra felt like he had been caught red handed. However, the man's eyes were covered with shades hiding where he truly looked but making Ezra feel like they had made eye contact. Ezra then quickly grabbed a notepad at the instruction before heading in the mysterious costumer's direction. Ezra arrived at the table and stood nervously in front of the man. The man acknowledged him by turning his attention to the skinny boy in front of him. "What can I get for you today sir?" the young boy asked while bringing up the pen to the notepad. He looked at the man expectantly with a slight smile, hoping to come off friendly and welcoming. Customer service skills had been drilled into him. The man cleared his throat before responding. "A black coffee, please." he spoke, voice deep. Ezra quickly wrote down the man's order on the ticket. He swallowed his nervousness before bringing his attention back to the man at the table. "Will that be all?" he asked, wanting to be sure. The man peered at him over the dark shades, brown eyes flashing. "That'll be all." he said looking at the boy's name tag before picking up his phone. Ezra took that as confirmation to leave, before navigating his way back to the counter. He slipped the ticket to the drink makers before checking the clock. It was 6:32, time to clock out. ...