My Kingdom For Someone To Talk To

[François Laffont]

Franck was bored. More than that however, he felt bad. He knew the guy working with him didn’t like him much. All this because last time he worked, Franck admitted that working with him meant he did most of the work, relating when he ended serving clients and ran out of chocolate syrup, had to dash in the backstore to find some and then had to return because they were low on napkins. Things that Franck was normally supposed to do of course, but he was also supposed to have a colleague taking orders while he did that, not texting for most of his time. Judging by the attitude, it was clear that this little story went to the ears of someone who chose to do something about it. That did nothing to help though. The guy was now spending most of his time in the backstore, probably texting still. But Franck didn’t want to say anything about that anymore.

Not that it mattered much. It was so quiet right now that he believe he might just die of boredom. He was leaning against the counter, looking at the place where only one person was slowly sipping on his coffee, having decided they wouldn’t take it to go, and wishing there’d be more. And he knew he had a few hours still before he was done. Had everyone decided they boycotted coffee shops today?

The man left and Franck nearly ran to his table to clean it up. This just showed how bored he was, going straight at the dirty cup and cleaning the table. That sadly took less than one minute and he was back to being bored again, leaning against the counter and waiting in expectation, just hoping that would just not call everyone at once because he could not make it with the other one sulking in the backstore.

TAG: Victoria Foster