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Jaime widened her eyes and followed Ren back to his table. "T-that...uhm...he was just offering to tutor me in French...and I, ah, I really need the help..." She moved closer to Ren and handed him a slip of paper. "But please, call or text me sometime. Soon." She smiled broadly at him and...

Jaime smiled at Ren, but turned in surprise as she was addressed in French. "Oui, mais je crains que je ne parle un peu. Je pense que je n'ai pas entendu votre nom, monsieur?" She answered nervously.

Jaime looked up when she heard Ren's voice. She smiled, blushing slightly as their eyes met. "It's, ah, for a French class that I'm taking at the university." She moved slightly closer to him to show him the cover again. "Intermediate French."

As she handed the man - he was a regular, she knew, but she just couldn't remember his name - his hot chocolate and brownies with a smile, Jaime checked her watch. Dear lord, she hadn't even been on shift for half an hour yet. She quickly made a cappuccino, delivered it to the stressed out young...

Jaime smiled at the man. "Okay, sure. That's very nice of you, I'm sure he'll appreciate it. That comes to..." She paused to work out the math in her head. "That's eight fifty, sir." She glanced back at Rem for a moment, before taking the other man's payment and starting on his order.

Jaime quickly started a cup of coffee for Ren. She glanced up as it brewed, watching Ren bemusedly. The coffee maker beeped at her, and too late she wondered what kind of coffee he had wanted. Well, he was getting a latte. She drew a large heart in the foam, walking over and setting it down in...

Jaime reaches for her back pocket, as she checks to see where Amy is in the room and if she could get away with pulling out her French dictionary while she's at work. University is hard, and she curses herself for ever deciding to take four language classes at once, even if they are low level...

Jaime grinned and waved as Ren, a regular customer, who was sitting by the window glanced at her. She started up the espresso machine, and watched Amy flit about the room taking orders. Apart from the rare cappachino, Jaime never really had much to do on her shifts. She moved around behind the...

Ready to go!

Jaime sprinted down the block, slowing to a walk before reaching The Cozy Corner. She stepped into the shop, still panting from the run. "Hey Amy, I'm so sorry I'm late, got caught up in traffic again and had to book it to get here." She jogged into the back room, tossing her coat onto a...