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Frankie and Terrible, Horrible, No Good, But Not Too Bad Day - Matthew Espinosa

Frankie and Terrible, Horrible, No Good, But Not Too Bad Day– Matthew Espinosa Imagine for Frankie

You bustled around Starbucks, trying to find the extra bottle of raspberry syrup. Where was it? You knew it had to be somewhere around here. You searched in some of the cupboards below the counter and, finally finding the bottle, pulled it out and bumped your head on the door on the way out.

“Ow…” you said, rubbing the spot on your head that you’d hit. You sighed and stood up, pumping two pumps of the syrup into the cup you had for a customer. You were NOT having a good day. It started out this morning… where your alarm went off first at 4:00, and you couldn’t fall back asleep. And when you finally did, you woke up half an hour late and didn’t have time to shower. You threw on some eyeliner and mascara, and put your hair into a ponytail and pulled your Starbucks hat on top to cover up your greasy scalp. After that, your car had broken down driving to work, making you another couple minutes late so you had to run. It was only 7:20… and so far this was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. What else could go wrong?

You called out the raspberry-syrup-customer’s order and walked over to the cash register for the next order. IT was a short woman with three young children hanging on her arm. She gave you an annoyed look and stared at the menu. “I’ll have a Venti Iced Chai Tea Latte,” she said. “Horrible service,” she mumbled under her breath after you dropped some of her change on the floor. You wrote up Ms. Marge’s cup and handed it to your fellow barista. Her attitude made you feel horrible. You sniffed and rubbed a spot under your eye… what you did when people made you feel upset.

You sighed as you looked at the floor. “I can help whos next,” you said as you finally looked up into a pair of big brown eyes. The owner was tall and had spikey blonde hair. Very attractive, you thought.

“Well, hello there,” he said, giving you a warm smile. He was the last in line for the morning run.

“Hi,” you said, giving him a half smile. You really weren’t at your best today. But when you saw he was still looking at you, you uncomfortably tossed you bangs out of your face. “How can I help you?” you asked, looking down at the register.

“Hmm… well what does a beautiful girl like you recommend?” he asks, sweetly, still staring at you. You looked up. He smiled once again, which brought a pink to your cheeks.

“Well… I like a Thin Mint Frappuccino… it’s on the secret menu,” you giggled.

“Oh… well how does a very plain boy  like me get on this high level secret menu?” he asks, leaning towards you.

“I think I could share it with you,” you smiled. “Venti Tazo Green Tea Crème Frap with chocolate syrup and java chips,” you called to the other barista. “Could I have a name for that?” you asked, looking back to him.

“Matthew,” he said smiling. You nodded and scribbled it on the cup before handing it to your coworker.

Matthew paid for his drink and stood in front of you waiting. “Are you having a bad day?” he asked as you were looking towards the ground, sighing.

“Maybe,” you said without looking up.

“Is it a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?” he asked. You smiled to yourself.

“Yes…” you mumbled.

“Well, as it seems, I’m having one of those putrid days as well. Maybe we could turn it into a terrible, horrible, no good, but not too bad day? Here’s my number,” he giggled, grabbing his cup and slipping a little piece of paper into your tips jar.