"an early night" part 5

Speaking of Tommy Piercy, he came into Intes sometimes (it was one of the "trendiest" cafes in the inner city) and ordered a big mug of pretentious. I mean, a long macchatio. The last time he came in it was almost closing time, I was working late to cover for Chelsie who was in hospital getting an abortion. He sat at my favourite table with his loud group of friends and when I brought over their drinks they actually spoke to me.
'Hey, Edith!' he half shouted.
'Hi, Tommy,' I said, politely. 'It's Edie, by the way,' I reminded him. I hadn't been called Edith since I was fifteen. He smiled, flashing his white-as-white rich-boy teeth at me.
'Sorry, Edie. So how have you been?' I thought about apologising, going back to the espresso machine and ignoring him, but the cafe was empty except for Tommy and his friends. I leaned against the wall.
'Oh, you know,' I waved my hand at him. 'Good, how about you?'
'Good! Man, I haven't spoken to you since last November!' he said. I could tell he wasn't that interested in speaking to me again, either. Tommy would talk to you, but I was just a girl in a coffee shop. I didn't twinkle enough to pass as friend material.
'Yeah, I know. That was at Mandy's party, right?' Mandy was yet another oh-so-cool person. She was ridiculously gorgeous, with white pale skin and long dark hair, just a bit shorter than me but with a much bigger bum. Tommy laughed.
'Oh, Mandy's party! That was such a good night! She's in Paris right now,' he told me. I almost couldn't stop myself from scoffing, I managed to turn it into a cough. Luckily one of Tommy's friends, a cute blond girl in a knitted jersey, said exactly what I was thinking.
'Of course Mandy's in France. That's where all the hipsters are going to study.' Tommy roared with laughter. It was then that I politely excused myself and went back to the counter.



photo credit - kevin mccauley