"Ah fuck" you said, pulling down the skirt. The costume was a little black dress with a sweetheart neckline and a short skirt that hugged the hips, accessorized with white lace cufflets and a classy white apron.

As soon as you had stepped out the locker you were met with a tall woman, wearing the same uniform as you. She smiled politely "You're the rookie? Wow, starting so soon. You'll be handling the customers so bare with me, they get quite rowdy" the woman took your hand and led you out in to the crowd of customers, mostly awkward teenage males. She stopped near a table filled with a young couple. "Have you had a chance to decide what you want yet?" She asked, whipping out a small black book, identical to the one the manager had.

" we'd like a few minutes" said the man, not taking his eyes off his phone, your superior nodded and backed away from the table. "My names Lena by the way, your name is name, correct?" She asked, letting go of your hand. You nodded and looked over her shoulder to see the man who had handed you You your locker key speaking with customers. "Is he the manager?" You asked, pointing to him, "ah yes, quite a sensitive guy, he cried one time when a customer said that his coffee was cold." She said with a chuckle "his name's Christopher if you were wondering, I can't give you his number though" she said giving a suggestive wink. "PFT, as if. But thank you for the name" you said, mustering a smile. She only winked again and sashayed back over to the ordering couple.