Windsor's POV
I plastered on my brightest smile as another customer grabbed her drink without even glancing up from her phone screen. She nearly missed the cup entirely, forcing me to guide it directly into her outstretched hand like I was playing some bizarre game of blind coordination.
She walked out without so much as a nod of acknowledgment. Still, I kept smiling. Rude customers were infinitely preferable to the parade of guys who had spent the day trying to slip me their phone numbers along with their coffee orders.
Through the window, I watched the sky darken into evening. The café had emptied except for a handful of people grabbing quick takeaway drinks before we closed. My shoulders relaxed slightly as I realized the truth that had been building all day.
I had actually survived my first shift.
