Status: mibba month!
Taylor
“what's that?”
“Show me it.”
Taylor leaned over the counter top and tried to look at the small box I had in my hands.
“No, it's mine.”
I had received it in my cubby hole over the weekend and walked in to work to find it sitting there somewhat innocently, the big gauzy bow sitting on top almost like a warning sign - not for you! - but the neatly printed four letters on the tag convinced me otherwise.
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“You have customers to get to. Scram.”
I walked off and heard Taylor start talking to the young couple who weren't very impressed with the service.
I unwrapped the bow and took the top off of the box. I was surprised with the contents; it was a note with the same handwriting on it.
“What does it say?”
Taylor was hanging over my shoulder, a grin on her face.
How about that coffee? - Tay
Taylor leaned over the counter top and tried to look at the small box I had in my hands.
“No, it's mine.”
I had received it in my cubby hole over the weekend and walked in to work to find it sitting there somewhat innocently, the big gauzy bow sitting on top almost like a warning sign - not for you! - but the neatly printed four letters on the tag convinced me otherwise.
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“You have customers to get to. Scram.”
I walked off and heard Taylor start talking to the young couple who weren't very impressed with the service.
I unwrapped the bow and took the top off of the box. I was surprised with the contents; it was a note with the same handwriting on it.
“What does it say?”
Taylor was hanging over my shoulder, a grin on her face.
How about that coffee? - Tay