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deeply” and that the woman “would not be returning to this establishment ever again” as a result.
    So, Cynthia did what she had to do, she wrote Jasmine up for telling off the drunken creep who tried to grope her over the cafe counter.
    Ever since then, Jasmine had been extra careful about her interactions with patrons, trying to restrain the annoyance constantly simmering just under her smiling surface. It wasn’t even that she was a particularly angry person by nature—it was just the stress of having a degrading, dead-end job and no better prospects that worked her over.
    Today, with this dingus staring blankly at her, unable to comprehend the fact that the Java Joy Cafe didn’t sell Frappuccino’s, Jasmine had to bite her tongue. She merely wrote his name on a paper cup and set it aside, took his money and called the next customer in line.
    Soon, it was time for her union-sanctioned fifteen minute break, so she untied her apron and folded it under the counter before grabbing a borderline-stale croissant and a thermos of iced green tea. She waggled her fingers at Enzo, who gave her a roguish wink as she flounced back into the tiny break room. He was yet another guy who hit on her pretty regularly, but at least with him it was fairly innocuous. Enzo was cute, she had to admit, but it didn’t take long to catch onto the fact that he was a ladies’ man, and proud of it. On numerous occasions Jasmine had caught him making out with a customer behind the coffee shop, only minutes after they first met. He just had this easy charm about him that made girls drop whatever they were doing and just… do him instead. But it didn’t work on Jasmine. After all, he was a little too much of a player for her liking, and besides, after they had spent so many long hours working together she considered him as more of a big brother or a good friend than a potential romantic interest.
    In fact, Jasmine hadn’t really come across any legitimate love interests in a long time. Not since college, and even then, it hadn’t worked out so well. Sure, she’d dated around a little bit since then, but nobody really great had come along. Her college boyfriend joined the Peace Corps and shipped out to Columbia, leaving her here in New Jersey, citing a need to “expand his horizons” and “help those in need.” As it turned out, his methods for doing so actually involved having casual sex with every hot local girl who gave him so much as a passing glance while Jasmine waited dutifully for his return. Needless to say, he didn’t come back to Jersey.
    Most recently, Jasmine had found a decent-looking guy on some dating app that Enzo set up a profile on for her. The guy was nice enough at first, bringing flowers to their first date, lending an ear to her vented frustrations about work. But it was weird-- he never let her go over to his house. He only ever came over to Jasmine’s apartment.
    She found out not much later that it was because he was living in his grandmother’s basement, refusing to get a job while he waited for his band to make it big despite the fact that they hadn’t even gotten together for a jam session in months.
    As soon as she found out the truth, Jasmine had dumped him.. But that was months ago, and Jasmine was starting to wonder if maybe it was for the best. She had a tendency to attract the very worst sorts of guys, from garden-variety losers to the straight-up villainous types.
    “It’s like I have a homing device implanted in my ass or something,” she once lamented to her friend Lily over drinks at the bar down the street. “Losers and jerks from all over the world somehow manage to track me down every time. You know what? I should start offering my services as a good-guy-tester. Got a new boy-toy but you wanna see what he’s really made of? Bring him around me and see how he responds. If he shows any interest in me, he’s definitely a douchebag.”
    “You just haven’t met the right one yet,” Lily