“Large. Extra frothy almond milk with cocoa, cinnamon, and brown sugar.”
It wasn’t the first time that Ben bought, and Jenny handed him his boss’s beverage. In her four years as barista, countless Bens had rushed in with profuse requests.
As the afternoon rolled in, their bosses called them aside.
“You need to work harder. Unless you show some real progress, I may have to cut down on your pay.”
She’d missed her break, and he his. It wasn’t new—they’d skip meals just to ensure others didn’t. And they knew better than to slight each other’s work.