Kristina Springer - The Espressologist

My work here is done.

I hurry back toward my table and pause by Derek with my hand in the air waiting for a high five. He glares at me like I was just picking my nose and shoves both of his hands into his pockets.

"What was that about?" he asks.

"I made my first match. Well, actually my first three matches," I say with an enormous smile on my face. Yes!

It was so much fun, Em, seriously. Awesome. I made eight matches last night alone. EIGHT MATCHES.' And there is potential for at least four more." I'm sitting cross-legged on Em's bed recounting the evening's events. Em is searching through her backpack for her history notes.

"Shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot!" Em says, throwing her backpack on the floor. "Everything okay?"

"Not really. I'm dead if I don't find my history notes.

There is an exam on Monday and it's worth half our grade." Em sits down in her chair and puts her head on her desk.

"Well, relax. Just call someone from class, borrow their notes for an hour, and run over to the library and make a copy."

"Hmm ..." she says, standing up and looking at me.

"That could work. Okay. Wow. I feel much better.

Thanks!"

"No prob; now back to me."

"I'm sorry!" Em laughs and plops down on the bed next to me. "Go ahead, tell me more about the big Espressology night."

"It was fun. I mean really, really fun. I didn't think I'd have such a good time. I'm totally made for this."

"That's so cool," she says. "See? I knew you could do it."

"Yeah, and Derek was stoked. It was our busiest Friday night ever. I swear he would have kissed me if he didn't hate all people."

"I'm happy for you, Jane, really. I'm happy that good things are happening for both of us."

Both of us? Oh god, is she going to talk about Cam again?

"Yeah," I agree, bracing myself for what I know is coming next.

"I can't believe how awesome Cam is, Jane. Thanks again for setting us up."

"Sure," I say flatly.

"He's made me forget about Jason. I mean totally.

Jason even called me the other day wanting to talk. I asked him who it was and he was all, 'You mean you forgot my voice already?' and I said, 'Seriously, who is this?' I could tell he was hurt and I'm glad."

"Ooh ... drama! Well, having another guy to date is totally good for revenge on Jason."

"But Cam isn't revenge, Jane. I really like him."

"Yeah, you keep saying that."

"What?" Em stands up and stomps over to her dresser for her bottle of water. "You don't believe me?"

"Oh no, I believe you. I guess I'm just shocked.

Shocked at how fast you moved on," I say.

"That's a good thing, though, isn't it?" she demands.

"I guess it is," I answer. Maybe if I agree, she'll just drop the whole conversation.

"Well, hey, maybe we can double soon? You can ask Will out and the four of us can do something," Em says.

I'm not sure why, but the thought of going on a double date with Em and Cam sounds about as fun as a colon cleansing. Which I've never experienced, but my mom says it is super gross.

"Um, I don't know about Will," I say.

"Why? I thought you guys cleared everything up."

"We did. I'm just not sure if it is in the beans for us. I'll have to check my notebook," I tell her.

"Jaaaane!" Em sings, laughing. "Freaking make it in the beans, girl. Change your favorite drink if you have to."

"Uh! I can't just make our drinks match. This is serious stuff, Em!"

Em shakes her head and reaches for the phone to hunt down those history notes.

"Love is in the air." I sigh, happily restacking a pile of coupons on the counter at work. Brenda is on the other side of the pick-up table, wiping it down.

"That was too cute," she agrees.

The store has been pretty slow for a Tuesday afternoon, except for this adorable couple who just got engaged. The girl said that her boyfriend picked her up from work for "lunch" and brought her down to the rocks by the lake. It was totally freezing, so she had no idea what they were doing there. Then he got on one knee and proposed. She said yes and they played hooky from work for the rest of the afternoon. They just came in for medium mocha cappuccinos for here. I drew a heart with chocolate syrup on top of the foam in each of their mugs.

"How is the best assistant manager ever?" Derek asks, setting a stack of papers on the counter while he slips on his jacket. He's getting ready to leave for the day.

"Are you talking to me?" I say, wide-eyed.

"Who else?"

He gives me an ear-to-ear grin. "You're in a fantastic mood," I say.

"That I am. I just got off the phone with our district manager. He said our promotion is fantastic and to keep up the great work. We did more sales than any other Wired Joe's in the district last Friday! Can you believe it?"

"Omigod! No, not really. That's insane! I mean, I knew it was busy but... wow."

"We've got to really advertise all week and get people extra pumped up for this Friday. I want us to beat last week's sales."

No pressure or anything, "How are the matches going?" he asks.

"Great. I'm at eleven matched couples right now. All of them have either instant-messaged, e-mailed, or chatted on the phone. Three of the couples have already had their first date. I've been getting some really positive e-mails back from the couples all week."

"Seriously?" Derek gets excited all over again. "That's fantastic, Jane.' Can you get some positive quotes from your matched couples so I can put them up around the store to advertise this Friday's event?"

"Sure. I don't think it will be a problem. I'll ask a couple of them and get back to you."

"Excellent job, Jane!" Derek says, pointing his index finger at me as he heads out of the store. "Don't be surprised if you get a raise soon."

Though I've never seen anyone other than a cartoon person do this, I half expect him to do one of those sideways heel clicks in the air as he walks away.

"Cool!" I reply, feeling all smiley. I can't believe how my luck is changing.

Seconds after Derek leaves, the door swings open and Melissa and Ginny enter. How does this chick continually sense my happiness and swoop in to squash it? Well, at least she should behave this time after our last talk.

"Hello," I greet them in a professional voice. "The usual?"

"Oh, wow," Melissa exclaims, "are we considered regulars now? That is so cute–just like that old show Cheers" Ginny giggles.

"Yes, Jane, get us the usual" Melissa says with great dramatic flair.

I sigh and inwardly roll my eyes. What a twit. I run her credit card through the machine, mark their cups, and push them toward Brenda to make.

"So, Gin," Melissa starts, "can you believe our little Jane is an Espressologist?"

"A what?" Ginny asks.

"An Espressologist. My friend Michelle from my textiles class told me all about it. Jane is matchmaking people via their coffee choices every Friday night. She even matched Michelle last week."

"Really?" Ginny looks from Melissa to me and back to Melissa.

"Yeah. Jane's future may not have appeared too promising in school last year, but I always had hope for her. I knew she'd do something really big," Melissa continues.

Is she being legit? Have we actually turned a corner since our big confrontation? Can we move on from all this?

Can we actually even be friends?

"Yeah, I heard she dumps out your used espresso grounds onto a table and talks to them. They tell her who your future spouse is. She's like a carny fortune-teller or something.

Whoooooo!" she says, wiggling her fingers in the air at Ginny.

Or then again, maybe Melissa is still the same big-mouth idiot she always has been.

"That is not what I do," I say angrily. "There is an actual science to it."