georgiee 💕
season one
matt
oooh, your just starting?
georgiee 💕
this is my third time rewatching-
matt
oh dang!
respect
chris
CAN WE DO SOMETHING
tonight
when brees off work
🙏🏻
georgiee 💕
i'm down! 
me
yess i'm off in about two hours if you 
guys are okay waiting that long
nick
perfect, so we can get food
matt
canes?
nick
i'm craving buffalo wings
chris
your always craving buffalo wings
nick
lets go to a restaurant 
matt
fine
georgiee 💕
need a ride bree? 
me
only if its not too out of the way!
i also don't mind ubering
georgiee 💕
i'll pick you up at 6
me
thanks georgia! 🥰
you're my queen
georgiee 💕
🫶🏻
as quickly as it started, my break ends and i shove my phone back in my pocket, hurrying back to the counter to take orders. 
it's been a few days since going out to the movies with the sturniolos, and the five of us have been keeping in touch ever since. although i saw them pretty recently, i can't wait for another outing with them. 
hanging out with the triplets is so refreshing, because being around genuinely good people and just having fun is something that i would give anything for. forming a friend group in L.A is notoriously difficult; that is, if you're looking for a deep connection, and not something superficial. i've been so lucky to have georgia, but of course it's fun to hang out in a bigger group as well. being with the triplets reminds me of being in high school, where everyone just let loose and had fun, like kids. with school, work, and stress, when was the last time i've felt like a kid? 
i hand a young woman her latte, giving her a huge smile that comes more from my current excitement than my customer service skills. 
i'm still smiling after she's left. 
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my shift ends surprisingly fast, considering that time always moves slower when i have something to forward to. regardless, the steady stream of customers kept me distracted enough not to dwell on the passage of time, and before i knew it, my coworker was flipping the 'closed' sign over the door and we were cleaning up for the night. 
i hang my apron on the wall, unleashing my hair from its messy bun and combing through it with my fingers. i make a final check of the machines before grabbing my things and walking back up to my apartment. 
as much as i'd like to not have to be a barista (so that i don't go broke), i have to admit that working in the coffee shop in the lobby of my own apartment is incredibly convenient. one flight of stairs later, i'm back in my own room, changing out of my work clothes and into something light and comfortable. i touch up my hair in the mirror before checking the time: 5:57.