WHEN WE KISS LIKE THIS

Two months later!

I plunge to the swivel chair in this small room that has been serving as my office for the last two months. It's yet another tiresome but profitable day. The coffee shop is doing incredibly terrific so far, and I can say that there is absolutely nothing to worry about it. The statistics for this month's report are terrific. My heart is pounding with joy.

Nonetheless, of late I have found myself Lerinquishing on the interest in customer liturgy, and all I do is just sit back in this office like a bitchy lazy arse boss. I admire the upswing of this shop, and I can't rationalize the sensation whenever I see it bombarded with customers. It's a mind-boggling inexplicable feeling, but I'm starting to think that my profession is calling for me. I just can't bring myself to enjoy serving customers anymore.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Grace speaks, sauntering to my office with her backpack.

She has been of tremendous help, even more than I could have ever comprehended, except w