Ana walked into the Starbucks alone with a pocket filled with scribbled drink orders. She didn’t understand what half of them meant, but it’s what the other girls at the make-up counter wanted.
She hadn’t intended on working there. Sure, she wore make-up, but not like these girls, with their penciled eyebrows and even cat eyes and vibrant lipstick. She felt out of place, but it was the only thing out there. For now.
When she reached the counter, she read off of her list, careful not to miss a single shot, non-fat whipped cream, or with almond milk. The words still felt foreign, even after a month. She wondered if she would ever understand the language. For herself, she just ordered a simple chai in the smallest size, whatever that was called.
“Tall,” the barista corrected.
She waited at the other end, wondering if the others would look at her funny today. They usually did. She figured she just wasn’t particularly pretty, but that was okay. Looks wouldn’t matter that much when she finished her degree.
There was only one thing the other girls always seemed to obsess over: her eyebrows.
“You never have to fill them in?” they would ask her. “You don’t get them waxed? They just grow in like that?”
Ana always just shrugged. “Yeah.”
Then the others would chatter quietly to themselves, staring at her forehead. The only words she could ever make out were, “I can’t believe it.”
As she collected all of the drinks, she sighed. Two years of school left. Hopefully, that didn’t mean two more years at the make-up counter too.
Fact: This is inspired by a girl I saw while waiting in a Starbucks one day. She clearly worked at a make-up counter, but she looked very natural, even to her thick, perfectly shaped eyebrows. They had to be the envy of the store.