If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now.

When I thought it was a great idea to start working at the same coffee shop as Naomi, I was right. But apparently, she didn't appreciate that I was her new colleague and that she needed to teach me the ropes of being a great coffee maker and waiter. I bet she had never saw it coming. Just like I've wanted.

Truth is, I don't need a job. I am Job. See what I did there?

I know, I am lame.

But really I don't need work. I have money and I definitely don't need to add a coffee maker to my resume. I honestly rather not work. But I am doing this for Naomi. It's practically my only way to have a reason so I can spend time with her and near her. Especially since we're in summer.

It's a bit tricky to start working when you have no idea what you will be doing. Especially since I have never worked.
Well not exactly. I did work. I still do but I am a performer. I prefer to write music or perform at restaurants or at any place that needs someone to perform in my free time.
Therefore, I sing, I don't work. But apparently, I am willing to make some coffee if it means I can spend some time with Naomi.

"Are you going to keep on shooting daggers Nao?" Nao is what I used to call her. She used to love it. Now, I believe she wants to kill me. But I have decided that I am calling her Nao again from now on. She will always be Nao for me.

"It's Naomi. And yes until I know why you are here I am going to keep on shooting daggers. Why would they even hire you? You know nothing."

"You're going to teach me," I say matter-of-factly.

"Exactly. I don't get it. I don't believe the stupid bullshit that Joanne mentioned about opening another branch and needing new recruits."

I ignore everything she said and comment on the only thing that matters.
"Ah, she swears. Sunday school isn't doing the right job." I wink. I said job on purpose, just to get another reaction out of her. I love teasing her.
Plus, she had never sworn. Not on my watch at least. So I had to.

"Don't mock me or my faith, Job." She spits out while giving me a dirty look.

"I am not-"
I don't get the chance to finish my answer, Joanne makes an entrance and asks Naomi to train me on the coffee maker machine. As if it needed training.

***

After several attempts at trying to make one simple black coffee cup, I take a break before Naomi commits a crime.

As it turns out it's not as easy as I thought. I needed to be trained. It's not easy to make coffee even when the machine is making it for you. Apparently, I am a slow-ass learner and Naomi isn't exactly being patient with me. I feel like she wants to get rid of me so she is making it harder than it is. Who am I kidding of course she doesn't want me near her.

I am not leaving this job until I am back on her good books. But she is making it harder by the second.

"Will you slow down a bit?" I said after a several attempts to catch up with her explanations.

"I thought you didn't need training as this is very easy to do."

"I obviously need training." I admit, defeated.

She slows down, and she takes her time while explaining which coffee beans to use in which machine and all the buttons that we are supposed to touch. No wonder I didn't understand a thing, the machine buttons are in Portuguese.

After few moments, during my first attempt at making coffee, Naomi asks "Why are you here, Job?"

"I want to work, they had a vacancy. I seized the opportunity." I answer, acting stupid.

"As if. You can grab your guitar and sing anywhere else. You don't have to make coffee. You know what I mean. Not only in this coffee shop, Why are you here, here? Why are you back after so long?" She lets out a big sigh.

"Nao, I-" I try to explain but I stop. She isn't ready. She isn't ready to listen and she isn't ready yet to understand why I left. I know I hurt her. I know I am hurting her. I know she prefers that I go away. But I am selfish. I have always been selfish when it comes to her and I need her in my life. I have made my peace with this fact. So until she is ready, I won't explain anything. I will let her roast me with her words.

When she realizes that I won't answer, she speaks disappointed, "Forget it, I don't care. As long as you won't hurt me again or anyone I care about, I don't care why you're here. I shouldn't. Just don't make me regret anything. I don't want to do that again."

871 words.