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Martin Garner, 32, 6'tall with short fair hair thought long and hard about what to say to Ellie, his one and only barista he had hired a week earlier, quite frankly it had been a disaster, he had lost money. He knew it wasn't all her fault, her cooking was exceptional and she had soon mastered the coffee machine. He had hoped that a pretty face like Ellie's would have the punters rolling in but right from the beginning it had been obvious that she was painfully shy and nervous when dealing with the public. He'd also had to suggest more appropriate clothing rather than the baggy turtle neck sweater and loose slacks she wore the first day, He hadn't had the heart to send her next door to the one roomed flat he let her have as part of her wages. She had blushed as red as her hair when he mentioned it at the end of that first day, but next day she had worn a blouse buttoned up to the neck and a skirt that came below her knees.
"Sit down Ellie, I need to talk to you and straighten a few things out."
Martin Garner, 32, 6'tall with short fair hair thought long and hard about what to say to Ellie, his one and only barista he had hired a week earlier, quite frankly it had been a disaster, he had lost money. He knew it wasn't all her fault, her cooking was exceptional and she had soon mastered the coffee machine. He had hoped that a pretty face like Ellie's would have the punters rolling in but right from the beginning it had been obvious that she was painfully shy and nervous when dealing with the public. He'd also had to suggest more appropriate clothing rather than the baggy turtle neck sweater and loose slacks she wore the first day, He hadn't had the heart to send her next door to the one roomed flat he let her have as part of her wages. She had blushed as red as her hair when he mentioned it at the end of that first day, but next day she had worn a blouse buttoned up to the neck and a skirt that came below her knees.
"Sit down Ellie, I need to talk to you and straighten a few things out."