[7/14] a job, a coffee, a date, and more
Jul. 14th, 2016 09:15 pmFreddie's been told by more than one person now that new money will keep popping into his account every month with absolutely no input or cause by him. No one knows where it comes from, apparently, but it's supposedly enough to pay for rent and food and basics. It's enough to get by fairly comfortably.
There's a part of him tempted to wait and see if it's true. It's been a long while since Freddie's not had to work some sort of shit job to get by living on his own, but after the warehouse and considering the fact he can't rely on his parents here even if he wanted to, he's not about to take any chances.
After the first few applications he's turned in, Freddie's realized no one here's really bothering to check for honesty. So when he shows up at the coffee shop just down the road, he flashes a wide, easy smile to the woman across the counter and asks to speak the manager. Just as he'd hoped, she not only is the manager, but also the owner, and after about fifteen minutes wherein Freddie insists he has loads of experience both in food service (not a lie at all) and barista work specifically (not technically a lie) he's secured himself both a new job and a date for Saturday night.
It's enough to land him quite a good mood and he happily orders himself a dark roast in celebration and plants himself in an empty table near the window.
With only two other customers, the shop is fairly empty. There's an older lady off in the corner on her computer and a younger lad only a table away, his nose stuck in a booth. There's something strangely familiar about him, Freddie thinks, but he's coming to realize that isn't a wholly unusual sensation.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Freddie slips his mobile out of his back pocket and swipe through to pull up Bangr, lips twitching into a grin when he finds a photo of a truly lovely pair of abs.
There's a part of him tempted to wait and see if it's true. It's been a long while since Freddie's not had to work some sort of shit job to get by living on his own, but after the warehouse and considering the fact he can't rely on his parents here even if he wanted to, he's not about to take any chances.
After the first few applications he's turned in, Freddie's realized no one here's really bothering to check for honesty. So when he shows up at the coffee shop just down the road, he flashes a wide, easy smile to the woman across the counter and asks to speak the manager. Just as he'd hoped, she not only is the manager, but also the owner, and after about fifteen minutes wherein Freddie insists he has loads of experience both in food service (not a lie at all) and barista work specifically (not technically a lie) he's secured himself both a new job and a date for Saturday night.
It's enough to land him quite a good mood and he happily orders himself a dark roast in celebration and plants himself in an empty table near the window.
With only two other customers, the shop is fairly empty. There's an older lady off in the corner on her computer and a younger lad only a table away, his nose stuck in a booth. There's something strangely familiar about him, Freddie thinks, but he's coming to realize that isn't a wholly unusual sensation.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Freddie slips his mobile out of his back pocket and swipe through to pull up Bangr, lips twitching into a grin when he finds a photo of a truly lovely pair of abs.
