Zayn || Starbucks Girl [JawaadS]

Mira POV

I was cleaning the counter of the Starbucks a bit, as I heard a voice saying: "Beg your pardon?" I looked up at the owner of the voice, and I saw a young man around an age of twenty standing in front of me. He had raven hair, shaved on the sides but long on the top. His eyes had a hazelnut brown colour, gloating a bit in the artifical light of the Starbucks. He had a defined jawline, which made his face more than just handsome. He wore a baggy jeans, with his hands hidden in the pockets of it. Beside the jeans he wore a grey T-shirt. Because the T-shirt had quite a tight shape, you could see his muscled posture perfectly. All together it made me think of a mysterious skaterboy. Somehow his badboy look attracted me in different ways. The boy near him was a tad smaller. He wore a grey shirt either, with a black Adidas jacket over it. His dark hairs were covered up by a grey beanie. He looked a lot like the boy near him, but he had a rounder face. They seemed like they were relatives of each other.
"Can I help you?" I asked politely.
"Yes, I would like to have a caramel frappucino and a caffé latte, plus two sandwiches wiv' cheese." His voice was quite deep, but he didn't sound like he was from around. Neither he looked like it. Maybe he was from an Arabic country.
"Can I have your names, please?"
"Zayn and Jawaad," he answered.
I wrote their names down on the cups and made their frappucino and coffee exactly like they wanted to.
"Mira, can I talk to you a second?"
I turned around to my boss and nodded, whereafter I followed him to the stockroom.
"Lately my customers complain a lot about your behaviour. They have to wait ages for coffee because you're laughin' around wiv' your friends, you flirt wiv' all male clients and most of all, you're being rude to the elderly."
"I'm not rude!" I denied immediately.
"Mira Devi, do not argue wiv' me!" My boss looked strict upon me, giving his words the meaningful warning which it ought to be. I wasn't pleased with his accusation.
"I've done nothin' wrong. Leave me alone." I was about to walk away when I felt his big, gummy hand holding me against on my shoulder.
"I told'ya to be nicer to the customers. You listen to me or you get fired. Understood?"
I blew some air out like I didn't care. Of course I did care. I needed to save money for my brother. He was in hospital and my parents couldn't pay the operation. My job was actually really important to me. Still I acted like a stubborn teenager whom cared about nothing. I had no good notes at school, due to the fact I didn't learn much. I wasn't dumb, not at all. If I had learnt I surely would have A's and B's on my list. Now I had only C's if it wasn't lower. The reason I didn't learn, was because I didn't have much time for it. This job took actually all of my time. My free days I spent at the hospital, comforting my brother by saying the words that could easily be a lie: It will be alright. The past days I hadn't laughed or smiled a lot. Only my friends could potentially make me laugh, but the only times I'd see them, is here, in the Starbucks. They're in different classes than me, and my classmates now, are all bitches. They hate me, or they seem like they do. I don't want any contact with them and even if I'd try, they would probably exclude me. My parents didn't pay much attention to me either. My mom was highly depressed. She didn't get off her room for days now. My father hid his pain in the alcohol, causing him to beat me now and then because according to him I hadn't done my work properly. He was right. I hadn't done my job properly. I once vowed to myself to always keep an eye on my brother. So I did, but I had failed. Without me knowing it, he had taken drugs several times and now he got an overdose. Luckily I was strong enough to not get in a depression myself, but I have to say, I was getting close to it now.
"Mira, I'm serious," my boss brethed, almost shooting me with his eyes, "you needda stop flirting an' spendin' your workin' time wiv' other people than the customers. If I hear ya one more time spreakin' 'bout any private things, I'll fire ya for sure. Now go, and don't disappoint me now."
I sighed, knowing my boss was very serious in this indeed. I walked back to the counter, giving the boys finally their drinks. The older boy looked annoyed at me. He was so hot. If I could only flirt with him now...
"Is dis'a caffé latte? Rather a caffé late wiv' jus' one T!" The smaller one laughed at me, giving me a radiant smile making clear to me he didn't mind it.
The only thing I did was giving him a smile either. It didn't have much of a meaning, but I did think this guy made a funny joke.The boy on the right, Zayn I assume, looking at the name on his cup, walked away and chose already a table. The other one kept standing there. I sighed softly while looking at Zayn walking away. Jawaad followed my glance to Zayn and looked back at me. "You don't like your job or so?" He chuckled, probably drawing that conclusion because of my sigh.
"Nah, not really. I'm jus' here 'cos I nee' some money," I said quietly, for the case my boss would hear me. He probably thought I was a shy girl now.
"D'ya know why the Starbucks added the rule: 'Your drink shou'be perfect every time. If not, let us know an' we'll mak't right'?"
I shook my head, not really answering.
"Well, to torture its employees!"
I gniffled softly, slightly agreeing with his mockery. "Good one."
"Yeaaaaah, I got a whole lot of 'good ones' in here," he said, tapping his head. "Anyways, can I have your phone number?" he asked, bending more towards me and he showed me his brightest smile. "I think my cousin would like to hav'it," he said softly.
I felt my heart skipping a beat. Would that be true? I looked hopeful at Zayn, sitting in a corner, drinking from his frappucino. He was turned with his back to me and he seemed everything but interested in me. Still, I would love to give Jawaad my number, for the case he was right. Though the problem was, I couldn't. My brother was more important now, so I should make sure not to get fired.
"Sorry, I can't," I replied shortly.
One second Jawaad goggled. He seemed everything but pleased, maybe even annoyed by my reply. "Well, that's too bad then." With these words he walked away, to Zayn, said something and then Zayn stood up too. I didn't hear what they were saying, but they walked away with their drinks like I didn't exist anymore.

After my shift I took my stuff and left the Starbucks. I was so glad I was done for today. I was busy putting my hair in a ponytail, walking down the street back to my home, as I saw Zayn and Jawaad standing outside the skaterpark, smoking a cigarette. I turned my eyes away from them like I didn´t see them at all. To my surprise, they walked over to me.
"Hey, you're that Starbucks girl," the smaller boy laughed at me, like I hadn't annoyed him earlier this day.
I hummed as a reply.
"Still not givin' us your number? I knew ya weren't allowed to because you didn't want to get busted. Well, that's okay. I shoulda known."
Zayn bumped his elbow in Jawaad's side, a sign he should shut his mouth. "Leave that numba, it's not important. I was wondering if you were interested to have dinner wiv'us. I know a cool place to go."
i shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know..."
'Ah please, it would be an honour." Zayn glanced hopeful at me.
"Alright then," I smiled.

In the restaurant, Zayn was firing me with question, and so did I. He was actually quite a funny guy.
"What's your favorite colour?" Zayn asked curiously.
"Mmm, blue," I hesitated. "Yours?"
"Black." Zayn showed a polite smile to me. "Movie?"
"I actually like Grease a lot," I said, looking thoughtful up.
"Cool, me too. Would'ye mind joining me to my place? We could watch it together."
I smiled at him and nodded.

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