A/N: I don't actually work at Starbucks nor nowhere (Thing that I wish to do but I'm only 15 years old ;-;) but I wanted to put that I work in Starbucks cause YOLO. Anyways, let's go to the story.

- "Glam!"
- "What the fuck you want G!?"
- "Can you give me my black shirt" 
- "Ok" Glamist said as he threw me the shirt.
- "Hoe!"
- "Can you guys stop arguing for just a fucking day" FA interrupted.
- "Then tell your sugar bun to stop acting like a bitch and be more polite with me"
- "Well, you're annoying sometimes, don't blame him"
- "I'm the annoying one? He's always acting so fucking stupid and your telling me that I'm annoying"
- "Well he might be stupid but he's not annoying as you"
- "You now what, fuck it I ain't gonna argue with you. If you excuse me I'm late for something" I said as grabbed my beanie that I designed and walked away.
- "Late for what?"
- "None of your business"
- "Fucking bitch"

I went to Starbucks cause I started to work there. 10 minutes later Glamist appeared.

- "Glam, what the fuck are you doing here?" I whispered.
- "Since when you started to work here G?" Glamist replied whispering.
- "I started today"
- "You can't work, you're only 15 years old"
- "Keep your fucking voice down"
- "Sorry"
- "By the way, I don't look like a 15 year old guy"
- "G, you lied about your age"
- "I had to"
- "Why you want to work here?"
- "I have my motives"
- "Tell me"
- "It's personal Glam"
- "Is there something wrong with the costumer Rogers?" One of my work partners interrupted.
- "Everything is ok, don't worry" I replied to him. - "Listen Glam, I'm wasting my fucking time with you, make your fucking order and leave"
- "Fine, give me a fucking late"

Glam made his order and since Starbucks is so famous by writing people's name wrong, I did something that Glam will be so mad of. I was supposed to write his name in the coffee cup, and that's a thing I didn't. I wrote a little message that he won't fucking forget. The message I wrote was "Never come back hoe!!". I don't know that he will annoy me after that, or just be mad a at me for it. But I swear the next time I'll write something worst.