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Post by blake on May 16, 2011 8:37:19 GMT -5
The blonde girl that had previously been infront of her came out of the room with a massive smile on her face. She probably thought she had gotten the job, she didnt mean to be so rude but she also thought that these girls were really throwing themselves out there. I mean, what was up with those skimpy outfits and cake-faced makeup? They all looked like clowns. She stood up from the bar stool and pushed open the back door marked 'Staff Only'.
Blake immediately saw the reason why all the girls were flaunting themselves. The manager... was highly attractive. He wasnt the average Ken Barbie doll he had this edge, this scruff that made him highly appealing to women. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair before removing her sunglasses from her eyes and pushing them to her head. Taking a seat on the swivel chair she crossed her legs and began to play with her rings that she had thrown on last minute that were all over her fingers. Then, remembering this was professional she outstretched her hand, "Blakely, but call me Blake." She smiled. "And you are?" She asked as she somewhat arched an eyebrow, she wanted to know the name of this definite attractive face. |
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Post by andrewxavierstone on May 17, 2011 15:30:53 GMT -5
 Andrew Stone leaned back in the leather seat, chewing on the end of his pen while looking at the clipboard and asking the blonde girl in the short pink dress the last question on the list. She giggled high pitched, which made him wince a bit as she answered. She spoke really fast and hyper. He sighed and nodded. "Alright, well I will get back to you." He said to her before shaking her hand. She smiled brightly and walked out.
Plopping back down in his seat, he looked across the page again, drawing a line through her name before chewing on the end of his pen once again. He did not like any of the girls so far. He cared more about them getting the job done, and not causing a distraction with their cleavage. He glared into the page, as if it would catch on fire any moment. He simply wanted a momentary replacement for Dallas who was going to work with some model chick for the next month.
Just one guy, that's all he wanted. Heck, even a girl who wore something besides a skirt would be good. He did not want the high class snobby tween dreams, he wanted someone who would not freak out if they got coffee spilled on them, or would not whine about cleaning up after the shifts where over. Someone who would take the customers order instead of flirt with him. He would have screamed right then to all the girls to leave if it wasn't for his quiet personality.
When the door opened once again, he just stared at the clipboard praying to god it would be anyone....anything except for Paris Hilton. He heard a voice, somewhat rough but feminine, say "Blakely, but call me Blake." He put down the clipboard. Maybe it was a guy. He looked at her and it took him a moment to see that this was not only a girl, but a girl wearing jeans and a band t-shirt with converse? CONVERSE? He smiled brightly, his crooked smile causing one dimple on his cheek. "Finally, a girl with a sense of style. Hi Blake, I am Andrew Stone and I have not said this all day...but, I think I am going to like you." He laughed softly and leaned over the small table, shaking her hand and pulling back. "So, first off, tell me about yourself." |
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Post by blake on May 18, 2011 7:12:09 GMT -5
"Im studying criminal investigation. Im really into that stuff these days..." She smiled, "Im an only child, and basically my parents and I split after my graduation and they bought me the apartment." Clearing her throat, she adjusted the sunglasses atop of her head. "My schedule is extremely flexible and I can work overnight shifts if you want. Im great with cleaning and taking orders and Im one of those girl that would rather be working then seeing how many extra tips I can make if I have a bigger ammount of cleavage showing." She sniffed and looked at him; her hazel eyes really studying him. "Anything else?" She asked. |
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Post by andrewxavierstone on May 18, 2011 15:00:30 GMT -5
He smiled and looked down at the clipboard, nodding. "I have a few questions to ask you. Can you control your language? How nice are you to people on average?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow and biting his bottom lip. "You just cursed in front of me, and you do not even know me so I just want to be sure you do not slip up like that in front of the customers. A lot of families come here, and I do not want any of the parents being offended by your language. Plus, I want to know how active you are. At this starbucks, we are all one big happily family, and we are always moving. Even on slow days, if you do not have something to do then I will surely find you something. I want to make sure I can count on you to rush when it is the rush hour, and to be able to balance multiple things at once without screwing up or having to do over." He explained to her. |
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Post by blake on May 23, 2011 8:44:01 GMT -5
His questions were pushy, but valid for someone who worked at the cafe. He was actually quite correct towards her and she definitely liked that fact. "Language is a no problem. I dont curse at all really but just girls like that, really annoy me." As she jerked her thumb behind her to the door in which the blonde had exited through. "Kids, are also not a problem for me. I have two neices and one nephew so I know how the family system works, tying into your last question... Starbucks family." She cleared her throat, and readjusted herself in the chair, sitting up a tad bit taller. "I work really well with others. I am not really one to be the one to come up with the overall plan to be honest, but I really like to participate and help build the plan to its fullest advantage. I mean, I dont really have a family here so maybe this is as close as it is going to get." She smiled at him.
"I learn really fast, and I work really well with numbers. Im interested in social interaction or I could be in the back, known as the 'unknown'." An oxymoron really. "I hope those were sufficient answers." As she bit on her bottom lip, he seemed pretty strict but she needed the money... and the job. But if things didnt work out. She would still come here for coffee.
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Post by andrewxavierstone on May 23, 2011 15:20:29 GMT -5
Andrew sighed and nodded, listening intently to her before looking down at the list of names. She seemed to be the last name on the list. He looked up at her and smirked a bit. "My last question is....how much do you want this job?" He raised an eyebrow at her and circled her name on the list but did not let her see. He leaned back on his seat again and chewed on his pen cap before grinning and telling her "You got the job, Blake. Start next monday at six AM. Your shift will end whenever I leave. You are going to be the third hardest working person in this cafe. Are you ready to deal with that?" He asked her, looking at her as his bright blue eyes twinkled with excitement and interest. |
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Post by blake on May 24, 2011 18:09:55 GMT -5
"Life seems to continue to throw crazy obstacles in my way but Im ready for anything that you put infront of me." She smiled as she cracked her knuckles. "Of course though... I'll never be as hard of a worker as you." She smiled as she implied a cheeky tone to her voice. Reaching into her back pocket to apply some chap stick. "Thank you for the job, I wont let you down." She smiled as she tucked her chapstick away and out stretched her hand.
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Post by andrewxavierstone on May 24, 2011 21:33:23 GMT -5
He smiled brightly and stood up, shaking her hand before pulling her a bit and catching her in a large hug. "Thank you for not being so.....blonde." He laughed softly and patted her back before backing up. "See you later." He said, heading out of the room into the main cafe, fixing some of the chairs and turning on the lights in the back to do some inventory work before the day began for him and his workers.
He tied a dark green apron around his waist as it hung over his jeans. He then tucked in his white button up shirt and grabbed a clipboard with a list of supplies to count up and check off. He tucked his pen behind his ear and looked around the warehouse, shivering a bit from the air conditioner that came from every corner of the small metal room. |
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Post by blake on May 25, 2011 8:00:27 GMT -5
OOC: END THREAD.
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