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Sugar & Spice (Closed)
wiped down the smooth marble top of one of her tables as the after church breakfast rush slowed and customer’s began to indulge their morning hunger or guzzled back a fresh cup of coffee before other responsibilities called them away.
The Daily Grind was a happening cafe in the heart of downtown. It was relaxed but colourful and bright, meant to encourage a good start to anyone’s day with a multitude of tall windows overlooking the greenery of South Street city park. There were two floors with one large winding staircase connecting them. On the lower floor, booths and tables were spread out about the edges. Each table had it’s own power source built into it so that customers could plug in their electronics to charge them while they sipped away at their beverages. The higher floor provided a space for daily demonstrations on how their coffee beans and speciality pastries were ground or made each day, chefs focusing on their craft just in front of their customers in an interactive manner. The beans were always fresh ground and ready for brewing that same day before the flavour escaped them.
Brooklyn loved the laid back atmosphere of the joint. She’d been working here for just about five months now part-time to help with tuition fees on her evenings and weekends but she was struggling to find the hours she needed to really pay her bills. She had debated on a second job but the ones she’d applied to so far didn’t mesh with her schedule here. She had secured herself a few one-off catering jobs at certain events and parties around the city all because she knew a girl in her class whose parents owned the catering company. This girl, Hannah, had put in a good word for Brooklyn, but getting approved for those events was difficult and often her work hours made that pretty impossible. Brooklyn enjoyed the catering but it didn’t come around often enough for her and it was frustrating. Brooklyn was running herself ragged with overtime to make up for the lack of another source of income. Still, she was happy here and had several clients who came in every shift and always managed to put a smile on her face. It was like a home away from home in which her customers got to know her by name and she felt comfortable engaging them in conversation about their kids or what they were up to outside the cafe. Everyone was so friendly. She didn’t see herself leaving this location anytime soon.
Just as she finished clearing down her section and getting ready to call her shift to an end, the store manager gestured to her behind the counter. Jacob was closer to her in age at just 25 (she was 20), but he’d worked himself up to the top through hard work and dedication and Brooklyn was pretty sure that he was her role-model. He’d been more like a big brother to her since she began working at TDG and it made her feel so relaxed. Brooklyn’s own family… well, when she’d moved to the city to follow her dreams of becoming a nurse, they’d practically disowned her. Her parents weren’t too happy that Brooklyn didn’t want to marry and settle down with the son of their town’s pastor. They wanted her to be happy in a marriage where she was nothing but breeding stock for a man she could truthfully say she greatly disliked.
Her family was deeply religious and before she turned 18 Brooklyn would never have thought anything about the twisted mindset her parents had, believing it to be healthy and normal. The day they came to her and expected her to sign a marriage licence to promise herself to Johnny Linden without another word, Brooklyn had quietly expressed her desire to make more of herself than that. Her father was outraged and Brooklyn left the conversation in shocked tears, unsure how a man of God could tell her that she was not capable of such a thing and that a woman’s place was in the bed of a man who could protect her and not in the workforce. Her mother was much the same, sneering at her aspirations of becoming independent and helping others. Brooklyn had known that her parents valued traditional roles but not to the extent that they would forbid her from education. Her own mother worked at a non-profit shelter for homeless women and children (but only because it showcased her “compassion”, Brooklyn later found out)! Now she knew better: it was only to put on a show for the neighbours so that they might think the Reid’s were that quintessential family that had everything they needed and more and not that they were closeted bigots with old-fashioned ideas.
Brooklyn had packed all her belongings and moved into the city to pursue her dreams when she realized she couldn’t stay in such a stifling environment. She still loved her parents, loved God, but she hoped that they could see the err in their judgement and come around. One year later, that daydream seemed impossible.
As Brooklyn closed the door behind her and settled into the lone leather chair in front of Jacob’s desk, she offered him a smile. His friendly expression turned a bit darker, and her smile dimmed a bit in response. “What’s up?” Brooklyn questioned haltingly, looking up at him where he leaned against the edge with his legs crossed one in front of the other.
Jacob frowned. “Hey Reid, I’m really sorry to do this but…”
Her heart stopped. She needed this job! Was he firing her? For what? This couldn’t be happening. She felt like she might be sick suddenly.
Jacob reached for her shoulder. “Hey, stop that. I’m not letting you go, but I do have to cut your overtime. We’ve hired on more staff lately and we have to spread the hours around more equitably is all. It’s going to be hard to give you the hours you’ve been working, so we’re going to have to cut your evenings. I’m really sorry, Brooklyn. But hey -- won’t this be better for your classes? You’ll have more time to study and hang out with your friends. It’ll be better for you.”
No. It wouldn’t.
Rent was piling up and she had no idea how she would pay this month’s electricity bill even with all the overtime. It was early spring and there was still a twinge of winter chill permeating the air. She’d been freezing her butt off all winter and instead of turning on the heat she had just saved up a bit and bought an extra blanket or two. She couldn’t afford tuition. She struggled to feed herself adequately, skipping meals here and there to make rent.
Brooklyn fought back the tears, nodding almost robotically and standing on shaky feet.
“Yeah, uh… Yeah, I get it. I… I understand. I’ll just… I’m gonna go,” she mumbled, teeth clenching. “I’ll see you next Saturday then?” She ventured, before turning and rushing to the door without waiting for an answer.
Two hours later, Brooklyn curled up into a ball on the couch of her shabby apartment and cried her heart out, wondering what in the world she was going to do now. It seemed like her only choice was to dropout and move home but that was the lat thing she wanted to do: it would be admitting to her parents that she had failed and she couldn’t handle that.
Maybe now with her hours cut back she could feasibly work a second job into her schedule to make up for it? Only working weekends wouldn’t sustain her. She had to do something. Maybe she could speak to Hannah and see if she could work an event in the near future.

The Daily Grind was a happening cafe in the heart of downtown. It was relaxed but colourful and bright, meant to encourage a good start to anyone’s day with a multitude of tall windows overlooking the greenery of South Street city park. There were two floors with one large winding staircase connecting them. On the lower floor, booths and tables were spread out about the edges. Each table had it’s own power source built into it so that customers could plug in their electronics to charge them while they sipped away at their beverages. The higher floor provided a space for daily demonstrations on how their coffee beans and speciality pastries were ground or made each day, chefs focusing on their craft just in front of their customers in an interactive manner. The beans were always fresh ground and ready for brewing that same day before the flavour escaped them.
Brooklyn loved the laid back atmosphere of the joint. She’d been working here for just about five months now part-time to help with tuition fees on her evenings and weekends but she was struggling to find the hours she needed to really pay her bills. She had debated on a second job but the ones she’d applied to so far didn’t mesh with her schedule here. She had secured herself a few one-off catering jobs at certain events and parties around the city all because she knew a girl in her class whose parents owned the catering company. This girl, Hannah, had put in a good word for Brooklyn, but getting approved for those events was difficult and often her work hours made that pretty impossible. Brooklyn enjoyed the catering but it didn’t come around often enough for her and it was frustrating. Brooklyn was running herself ragged with overtime to make up for the lack of another source of income. Still, she was happy here and had several clients who came in every shift and always managed to put a smile on her face. It was like a home away from home in which her customers got to know her by name and she felt comfortable engaging them in conversation about their kids or what they were up to outside the cafe. Everyone was so friendly. She didn’t see herself leaving this location anytime soon.
Just as she finished clearing down her section and getting ready to call her shift to an end, the store manager gestured to her behind the counter. Jacob was closer to her in age at just 25 (she was 20), but he’d worked himself up to the top through hard work and dedication and Brooklyn was pretty sure that he was her role-model. He’d been more like a big brother to her since she began working at TDG and it made her feel so relaxed. Brooklyn’s own family… well, when she’d moved to the city to follow her dreams of becoming a nurse, they’d practically disowned her. Her parents weren’t too happy that Brooklyn didn’t want to marry and settle down with the son of their town’s pastor. They wanted her to be happy in a marriage where she was nothing but breeding stock for a man she could truthfully say she greatly disliked.
Her family was deeply religious and before she turned 18 Brooklyn would never have thought anything about the twisted mindset her parents had, believing it to be healthy and normal. The day they came to her and expected her to sign a marriage licence to promise herself to Johnny Linden without another word, Brooklyn had quietly expressed her desire to make more of herself than that. Her father was outraged and Brooklyn left the conversation in shocked tears, unsure how a man of God could tell her that she was not capable of such a thing and that a woman’s place was in the bed of a man who could protect her and not in the workforce. Her mother was much the same, sneering at her aspirations of becoming independent and helping others. Brooklyn had known that her parents valued traditional roles but not to the extent that they would forbid her from education. Her own mother worked at a non-profit shelter for homeless women and children (but only because it showcased her “compassion”, Brooklyn later found out)! Now she knew better: it was only to put on a show for the neighbours so that they might think the Reid’s were that quintessential family that had everything they needed and more and not that they were closeted bigots with old-fashioned ideas.
Brooklyn had packed all her belongings and moved into the city to pursue her dreams when she realized she couldn’t stay in such a stifling environment. She still loved her parents, loved God, but she hoped that they could see the err in their judgement and come around. One year later, that daydream seemed impossible.
As Brooklyn closed the door behind her and settled into the lone leather chair in front of Jacob’s desk, she offered him a smile. His friendly expression turned a bit darker, and her smile dimmed a bit in response. “What’s up?” Brooklyn questioned haltingly, looking up at him where he leaned against the edge with his legs crossed one in front of the other.
Jacob frowned. “Hey Reid, I’m really sorry to do this but…”
Her heart stopped. She needed this job! Was he firing her? For what? This couldn’t be happening. She felt like she might be sick suddenly.
Jacob reached for her shoulder. “Hey, stop that. I’m not letting you go, but I do have to cut your overtime. We’ve hired on more staff lately and we have to spread the hours around more equitably is all. It’s going to be hard to give you the hours you’ve been working, so we’re going to have to cut your evenings. I’m really sorry, Brooklyn. But hey -- won’t this be better for your classes? You’ll have more time to study and hang out with your friends. It’ll be better for you.”
No. It wouldn’t.
Rent was piling up and she had no idea how she would pay this month’s electricity bill even with all the overtime. It was early spring and there was still a twinge of winter chill permeating the air. She’d been freezing her butt off all winter and instead of turning on the heat she had just saved up a bit and bought an extra blanket or two. She couldn’t afford tuition. She struggled to feed herself adequately, skipping meals here and there to make rent.
Brooklyn fought back the tears, nodding almost robotically and standing on shaky feet.
“Yeah, uh… Yeah, I get it. I… I understand. I’ll just… I’m gonna go,” she mumbled, teeth clenching. “I’ll see you next Saturday then?” She ventured, before turning and rushing to the door without waiting for an answer.
Two hours later, Brooklyn curled up into a ball on the couch of her shabby apartment and cried her heart out, wondering what in the world she was going to do now. It seemed like her only choice was to dropout and move home but that was the lat thing she wanted to do: it would be admitting to her parents that she had failed and she couldn’t handle that.
Maybe now with her hours cut back she could feasibly work a second job into her schedule to make up for it? Only working weekends wouldn’t sustain her. She had to do something. Maybe she could speak to Hannah and see if she could work an event in the near future.
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