Jordan was ecstatic, running around, taking orders, mixing drinks. He hadn’t paused or taken a break since his shift started two hours ago. Jordan finally paused to breath, grinning broadly at the male that had just stepped into the café. It was a regular customer, though Jordan had never worked the register to take his order, he’d always said good morning when he handed over his drink.
The boy was stunning, with blond hair and the brightest green eyes Jordan had ever seen. However, Jordan had no idea what his sexual preference was, and since he was working, it kept him from asking for a name, number, or date. But, he was getting there, working up the courage. Yeah, right
“Regular medium size?” He questioned, inputting the information into the register. “And I’m great, thanks. Not a morning person, then?” He chuckled, “At least you get in here before the crowds. It’s two seventeen.”
(It's cool. I understand. was just a bit confused! ^u^)