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said, grinning at her as he approached the counter. “What’s good here?”
    â€œI’d try the tomato juice,” Lisa Marie joked.
    â€œI’ll take it if you’ll squeeze it yourself,” John said, clearly flirting with her.
    â€œSqueeze it?” Ramone sounded seriously confused. “You don’t squeeze tomato juice, do you?”
    Lisa Marie and John burst out laughing.
    â€œ Somebody’s got to squeeze it,” John shot back. “But, uh, give me a tall double espresso. I’ll make it easy today.”
    â€œMake that two,” Ramone chimed in, as if he’d never had a single original thought in his life.
    â€œTwo tall double espressos,” Lisa Marie called out to Graham.
    John and Ramone paid, then slouched toward the end of the counter to wait for their drinks. When Lisa Marie bent over to get the next customer a muffin, she could feel the guys watching her through the glass case. She could also feel her apron strings dangling across her bare skin, where her cute little Juicy Couture shirt was riding up in back.
    â€œNice apron,” Ramone called out with a grin.
    How come Todd never said anything like that, never made her feel like she looked sexy?
    Lisa Marie was liking this job more and more every second.
    The next two customers were older women, her mother’s age, and they barely made eye contact. But a few minutes later, Bradley Boulter came in carrying his tennis racket. Bradley was too short, too sweet, and too wimpy to be labeled a jock like John and Ramone, but he was an awesome tennis player who took the team to the regionals. He was always ditching school to fly across the country for elite-level tournaments.
    â€œHi,” Bradley said, “when did you start working here?”
    â€œThis is my second day.” It came out sounding like she was proud to have held down a job that long. Well, she was.
    â€œCan I get one of those iced tea drinks?” Bradley asked.
    â€œWhich one?”
    â€œThe fruity pink one.”
    Lisa Marie placed the drink order properly and waited while he fished money out of his pocket.
    â€œSo how’d they get you to work here, anyway?” Bradley asked. “I mean, did the sign in the window say, ‘Hot Chick Wanted’?”
    Lisa Marie blushed. This was amazing! Guys were actually hitting on her now that she and Todd were broken up. Who knew being single could be so much fun?
    For the next two hours, she worked the counter and “worked it” with all the private school boys who came in to have coffee. St. Claire’s wasn’t the only feeder school for this particular Starbucks. There were guys from Sidwell Friends and The Field School, too.
    Graham offered her a break at 6:45, after what he called “frappy hour,” but she wasn’t in the mood for a break. Not with all these cool guys hanging around.
    â€œNo thanks . . . I mean, no thank you, ” Lisa Marie corrected herself quickly. “I’m not tired.”
    â€œOkay. You cover. I’m going outside for a smoke,” Graham said.
    A few minutes later the door swung open, and Marianna and Heather came in, looking all proud of themselves for showing up, as if she’d never in a million years have expected to see them there.
    â€œWe came to keep you company,” Heather announced brightly.
    â€œYeah, hang out, moral support,” Marianna added.
    It was a nice gesture but totally unnecessary. Lisa Marie wasn’t even sure she wanted them hanging around while she tried out her new skill—namely, flirting with all the hot guys. Who needed an audience for that?
    And besides, the place was buzzing.
    â€œYou two are the best,” she said. “But honestly, I’m kinda too busy to talk right now.”
    It was true: Graham was outside, so she was temporarily on her own behind the bar. She was hustling like crazy to get all the drinks made.
    â€œThat’s okay, we’ll just