Abby entered the pungent coffee scent that would never leave her clothes once her shift was complete. A curly, frizzied grey woman who was a little larger than most was at the counter. She had a glint in her eyes that threatened to turn into a torrential downpour if she wasn’t taken seriously.

“-he’s grey with white spots and is this big!” she held her fingers to about three-fourths the length of a pencil.

Taylor, the shift lead in her green beanie and boyish haircut walked up to Abby, “you’re gonna wanna stay back here till she leaves.”

“I’ll find him!! Just see!” she screamed as she burst through the front door, springing into the lot more than a woman of her size should be capable- right in front of a car. Stopping just to stare at them with a face that believed it was commanding that hunk of metal, Taylor reached for the phone to call the police.

“Hello, my name is Taylor, I’m a shift lead at the Starbucks on 17, yes, a woman came in looking for a hamster and is now jumping in front of cars in our lot- thank you.” When they arrived, she had already run across the highway with no disregard to who knows where.

A couple of weeks went by, Abby was running the drink station when a woman approached her.

“Excuse me, have you seen a hamster around here?”

Abby froze on the java chip Frappuccino she was completing, to look up at the woman. Frizzy, deranged curls, bigger than most, it’s her. “Um…it passed by our door and went straight to Jersey Mike’s next door.”

“Oh, thank goodness!! Thank you!” a smile enveloping her face, she ran out the door to chase her little dream.