Famke felt a sense of relief as the car pulled to a stop outside the coffee shop. She reached for the handle to let herself out, but he cleared his throat.
“I clearly said something to upset you,” she met his gaze seriously. “I apologize.”
“No,” he lifted his hand up. “It’s not you. It’s me. Please let me get your door. My mother would beat my backside if I didn’t.”
“Sure,” she felt it strange to wait in the car while he walked around to get her door. She could have opened it on her own. She ignored his hand to help her out and she got out on her own accord and stepped beside him, shivering with the cold air. Winter was approaching with Christmas coming in less than six weeks. He put his hand to her low back and encouraged her to walk ahead of him. The spicy scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils and she reminded herself he was a stranger, and she was being stupid.
When he held the door open for her to the coffee shop, she almost melted into the warmth of the place. It smelled delicious of pastries and rich fresh beans.
“Royal, what did you forget?”
“To pay you back a favor,” he pushed Famke forward, “Famke this is my old college roommate Keshaun. Keshaun, this if Famke. I found her in a service station up the road quitting her job because her greasy boss cut her hours. It sounds like she needs a job with lots of hours.”
“How many hours?” The man eyed her curiously as he rounded the counter and motioned for her to go to a table.
Famke found herself wondering what college these men went to and whether it was full of gorgeous African American men and if so, was it in the area? She really wanted to see what kind of school housed men over six feet tall with drop-dead beautiful features. She shook her head as she realized Keshaun was waiting for an answer, “sorry. As many as you can give. I have a second job for an overnight diner off the interstate, but the manager works around my full-time work schedule. The job I was working was forty-hours a week. Frequently, I worked fifty or more. He hired a new guy a couple of months ago and he cut my hours to give to the new guy because the young guy wants to save for a new car.”
“Have you ever worked in a coffee shop?”
“I worked at Starbucks in high school for a year. The gas station also had an espresso machine, but most people wanted the drip coffee to go.”
“When can you start?”
“Now if you want,” she said with a shrug.
“Apart from your hours being cut, why did you quit on the spot?”
“I quit because Jack’s excuse for cutting my hours was because he was doing me a favor. Said I needed to find love and a man to take care of me and I was working so much I was going to grow old and collect cats. I asked him to repeat himself and he found no problem in telling me he thought he was doing me a solid and how I need a man to support me and working too much was ruining my love life.”
“How long were you there?”
“Four years.”
“And you just walked?”
“Last week he asked me my bra size.” She shuffled her feet under the table.
“What was your answer?”
“Hey!” she shot Royal a dirty look for the question.
He held his hands up defensively as he sat beside Keshaun, “I don’t mean for you to tell me your bra size. I mean, you really laid into him today and so I’m curious how you told him to piss off?”
She had a weird feeling she was being interviewed by both men and tucked her feet under her chair as his long legs reached under the table near hers. “I told him sexual harassment was an issue the labour board would review with him and unless he wanted me to call them, he’d take his question back. He told me it was because he wanted to order me a uniform. We’ve never had uniforms in the four years I was there.”
“He sounds like a jerk. Why stay for four years?”
Again, the question came from Royal and not Keshaun and she fought to keep from scowling at him.
“Because the hours were steady until this week. The place is walking distance to my home so even if I work the graveyard shift, I don’t have to waste money on a taxi.”
“You walk home in the middle of the night?”
“I have pepper spray.” She shrugged, “I’ve only had to use it once.”
Both men exchanged long looks and then Keshaun questioned her again.
“What are you looking for in terms of pay?”
“I’m making minimum now. I don’t have a college degree. I have my high school diploma. I know in this city you can’t typically get a job flipping burgers without some college, but I work hard, I haven’t missed a day of work in four years, and I’ve never been late in my life.”
“We pay minimum plus we split tips. You can drink all the coffee you want. Pastries are half price. I need a barista to work full time. After three months of full time, you’ll get a raise and benefits.”
“Like healthcare?” she was surprised.
“Yes. My full-time girl went into labour last night during a shift. She went early. I didn’t have time to hire a replacement. She isn’t coming back. She already told me she intends to be a stay-at-home mom.”
“Nice job if you can afford it,” she shook her head. “The economy is rough. A friend of mine has two kids, one of them three months old, and daycare costs more a month than what she would be earning if she went back to work but if she stays home, she loses her healthcare benefits and her subsidized apartment. It’s a catch twenty-two. Either way, she can’t make rent.” She shrugged, “sorry. I get worked up over things like this.”
“Hey, passionate people are hard to find. Three-month probation and if you can start now, I will pay you double time for the day because I really am short staffed.”
“Deal, where can I put my stuff?”
“I’ll take you out back and you can fill out the paperwork and we’ll get you started.” Keshaun extended his hand. “I usually ask for references but seeing as my best friend brought you in, if you turn out to be a huge failure and rob me blind, I’ll take it out on his ass.”
“Thievery isn’t my thing,” she laughed at his words. “If ever it was, it would be more the Robin Hood variety.”
She followed Keshaun through the swinging doors to the back of the shop, “Cesar,” he called to a man who appeared to be making cookies. “This is Famke. Don’t scare her off on her first day.”
“I know you,” he pointed at her, and she grinned back.
“You sure do,” she walked over and gave him a hug. “Still making cookies?”
“Until the day I die, I’m sure.” He nodded to Keshaun, “we went to high school together and we worked together.” He looked at her curiously, “you quit the job not long after your folks died. How’s your brother? He in remission now?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Cancer free. It was a rough couple of years, but we got through it.”
“Good to hear,” he patted her back. “It’ll be like old times having you around.” He grinned at Keshaun, “you’ll have to watch and make sure she takes her breaks. She works her ass off.”
“I’m so glad you drive a monstrosity which needs to be gassed up every two hundred feet,” Keshaun grinned at Royal.
Royal laughed, “This gets me off the books, right?”
“Not until she passes probation,” he winked at her and motioned for her to enter his office. “I’m not worried but I like holding shit over his head.” He whispered loud enough for the other man to hear.
She giggled. “I’m happy to play a role.”
She was very aware of Royal hanging around during the entire process of filling out paperwork and ordering her uniforms. For a man who was supposed to have been on his way back to New York, he was sticking around and his focus on her was unnerving to say the least. He even sat with a coffee while she was being trained on the cash and payment systems and got refreshed on how to work a fancy espresso machine.
She couldn’t help but feel he was watching her with far more interest than she should be comfortable with. It didn’t feel sexual. It felt as if he were sussing out her character and doing it while he got her a job for his friend seemed suspicious to her.
As she tried to tune out his presence and focus on the instructions, she had a keen sense his behavior was off. She remembered the moment in the car when she had been certain he’d been furious with her. Whatever his problem was, she reminded herself, he was from New York, and she didn’t know anyone there. It had to be a misunderstanding, but it wasn’t one she needed to try to solve. He’d be on his way soon enough and she wouldn’t have to think on it any further.
Famke entered her apartment to find her brother sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework. “Still up?”“Yes.” He rubbed his head frustratedly. “I can’t figure this out and it’s frustrating me. My brain sees the numbers, but it doesn’t compute them.”“I’m sorry. What can I do to help?”“Brain transplant?” he asked dryly. “I’ll trade you.”She chuckled at his words, “you don’t want my brain. It’s too volatile. I quit my job today.”He looked to her in surprise, dropping his pencil to the table. “No way. Jack finally pushed you too far?”“He gave half my hours to the kid.”“No.”“Said he felt I should have more free time to date.”“You know he wants to date you. He wanted to free up your time so he could put his yellowed fingers all over your skin,” he wriggled his fingers at her.She gagged at his words. “That’s gross.” She gave a shiver, “you could tell today when he stopped by to drop off the schedules he hadn’t showered in days. He had those big sweat rings around his armpits.”
She’d been working at Black Magic for a month and had really settled in well. The only person she didn’t really get along with on the staff was Keshaun’s wife Kara. She was nice enough, but she was a snob. She constantly made references to not enjoying living in Pittsburgh and how much she wished they could move back to New York. She complained about not having the fancy condo and talked all the time about the extravagant lifestyle they used to live with five-star dining and trips to exotic locations.Keshaun ignored her for the most part, but Famke was of the opinion, if he was being blasted like this at his place of business, he must really be getting blasted in the privacy of their home. She had learned Keshaun had experienced a heart attack at the age of thirty-two. Stress from his job had him dropping in the middle of the bullpen, as he’d called it. He’d been diagnosed with a heart condition and told to find a new job which wouldn’t cause him the stress he was under.He had told
Famke was in the back of the shop washing up some of Cesar’s dishes. She had taken two more blunt insults from Ambrosia who, for whatever her reasons, appeared to have taken a dislike to Famke from the minute she’d laid eyes on her. When Kara had snickered at a comment the other woman had made, Keshaun appeared ready to pop and Famke was ready to quit and walk out the door.As if sensing he was going to lose his employee, he’d asked her to go help Cesar out back and she had gladly tossed the rag she’d been wiping down the tables with into the sink and headed out back. Now she was furiously scrubbing a pan and Cesar was giving her side eye.“Would you stop?” she growled at him.“I’m still trying to figure out why you held your tongue. You don’t usually,” he said with a shrug.“Because I like this job and she is here for a visit but not forever. I can handle it.”“You like working with me?” Cesar boldly kissed the air in her direction.“Yes. I do like it here. It’s nice not to have cons
“Jeez, knock much?” she squealed as she turned around and stuffed her arms into her blouse.“Shit, sorry. I thought you’d gone already,” Royal apologized. “Keshaun gave Precious a juice box and she squeezed it all over my shirt.”She looked over her shoulder to note the bright purple stains on his pale blue shirt. She waved to the sink, “go ahead, clean off. I’m almost done.” She buttoned her shirt up, grateful she had pants on. He had seen her in her cheap cotton bra. He’d probably also seen the stretchmarks on her tummy. She wanted to melt into the floor in humiliation.He grabbed a bunch of paper towel and began dabbing the shirt with water. He was silent as he worked, and she reached past him to collect the make-up she’d left sitting on the counter. “Excuse
Royal stared at the woman he’d been dating off and on for the last three years and wondered what it was which had attracted him to her. She was beautiful on the outside, there was no doubt, but the ugliness inside was currently blazing forth making his stomach churn with revulsion. His friends and family had never hidden their dislike for Ambrosia, but he had ignored their complaints because she had suited his lifestyle, and she wasn’t bad in bed.Keshaun had never failed to bash the woman and had said more than once he did not like the way Kara behaved in the presence of the domineering bitch. He had always laughed it off but right now, the rage boiling in his blood at her behavior today had him reeling.As he noted the little girl standing there with tears in her eyes from watching the scene unfold, he felt nauseated. “Leave.”“Excuse me?”“I said leave. I don’t care where you go, how you get there or how
By the time she got to the diner she was a certifiable wreck.Prince and Mindy were dead. Precious was the child she’d carried. Royal Robinson had known who she was before even coming to the gas station, of it she was certain, which meant it was highly probable so did Keshaun. Had it all been an elaborate ruse to fuck with her?And what was the craziness about Prince leaving a letter declaring his love? It had to be a misunderstanding. She forced herself to forget the one time he’d kissed her out of the emotions of finding out they were having a girl. He’d wanted a girl desperately and Mindy had been feeling under the weather. She hadn’t attended the ultrasound. When the technician had told them it was a girl and had left them alone, he’d been so excited, he’d kissed her full on the mouth. It had been less than a
She knew she had rendered him speechless as she sat waiting several long seconds for him to respond.“Why didn’t he tell me?”“I don’t know,” she drew her fork through the potatoes and grimaced. “I can’t begin to understand their minds. They lied to me so much it bordered a work of fiction.”“What do you mean?”“For starters, I thought they were from Pittsburgh. I had no idea they were from out of state.”“Mindy was originally from Pittsburgh. He met her when he’d gone to a football game.”“I knew how they met but I didn’t realize he had simply been visiting.” She shuffled, “they told me his brother’s name was Rick.”“Rick?”“Rick. You
A week later, Famke entered her apartment and grimaced at the mess of the kitchen table. “Bram?”“In here,” he called from down the hall in his bedroom.“Why is there white stuff all over the kitchen table?”“Because I’m stupid,” he grunted as he came back into the space tugging a shirt over his head. “Part of my midterm assignment for chemistry is to write about the reactions of certain products. I put a bit of vinegar into baking soda and instead of doing it in the sink, I did it on the table. I thought it would be a small reaction. I was wrong. It bubbled everywhere.”“Great,” she grimaced at the sight.“Don’t worry about it. It’s my mess. I’ll clean it. You got a parcel today. From New York.” He made wide