Ten minutes later, Emily felt she’d exhausted all avenues of conversation and it was difficult to fathom if Boris enjoyed her company or if she was wasting his time.  Before leaving, she reassured him that the tin was his to keep.  Fiddling with the helmet’s chin straps, she considered the options of what to do next.  If she went home, more likely than not she’d brood the afternoon away, thinking about the visit with Boris.  Maybe spending time with a friend could distract her.  Angela’s shift was almost over at<i>Blue’s Café</i>and perhaps she could be persuaded to do something before her second job.<br/><br/>Just her luck, Roxy was also working the afternoon shift.  Her high-pitched laughter reminded Emily of a<i>Disney</i>princess. Catching sight of her pink-haired friend, Angela motioned a silent plea for help behind the flirt’s back.  Emily shrugged, grinning helplessly on her way into the backroom.  The line always moved slower if Roxy was the primary barista but no one could complain about her customer service, especially the male customers.  It was bizarre how she recollected their espresso drinks but couldn’t remember any drink orders of the female regulars.<br/><br/>Emily passed the time waiting for Angela by logging onto<i>Innocent Innuendos</i>.  She checked if<i>47</i>had messaged her (he hadn’t) and was playing a word game when the siren plunked in a chair across the table.  “Do you know Roxy nit-picks over the tip jar, saying we should split the gratuities more equally?  I’ve been working this job before she’d even heard of<i>Blue’s Café</i>.”  Swearing quietly, the dancer fumed angrily, stopping to glare at Emily’s slight smile, “Wipe that smirk off your face, Em.”  Finger wagging in her face, she warned that laughing at another’s misfortune always had repercussions.  Fate always found a way to mock an unbeliever.  “Today may be my day to bitch but you never know.”  Her words might have made more of an impact if she wasn't always trying to give out advice.