Icy? Or hot? ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 22: mon amour

Katsuki Bakugo

I hate customers. They always get so fucking angry about the littlest things, like not having enough room for five people at the booths. Not my fault your ass is too fat, lady!....is what I'd like to say to them, but of course, that's considered rude in the workplace, hence the fact that I have to pretend I care and deal with it professionally.

Today was particularly frustrating, as it seemed that all the bitchy people in Tokyo wanted a coffee today. First there was a guy who asked for a lukewarm coffee. I explained to him that it was made at a standard temperature by a machine, and it would have to be cooled over time. Thankfully, he was receptive to this, and apologised for his mistake.

The next customer was not quite as forgiving. She's ordered a toffee latte, a special offer for the next couple of weeks or so, and had complained that it tasted too much like the caramel latte. She then had the audacity to demand a FREE OF CHARGE caramel latte for comparisons sake. Upon explaining that this was not possible, she asked for the manager, to which I snidely remarked "hello, miss, I am the manager, how can I help you?"

This was....somewhat true. Usually the actual manager stays in the apartment above the shop, but he was on holiday in America visiting a friend, thus I became temporary manager. After explaining this to the woman, she backed down a little, but as she turned to leave, I noticed her try to pocket one of the granola bars we had on sale on the counter top, since it was still morning at this point.

As she attempted to leave, I tapped her shoulder and held my hand out. She handed the bar back over with a scowl before storming off, muttering something about negative reviews online. God, what a bitch!

And thus, I ended up exhausted already, slumped over the counter at 3:55pm, just waiting for my daily energiser to open the door and revitalise me.

Sure enough, he did. As I heard the familiar ding! I went around the counter, and slumped onto his now very confused frame.

"Ummm, hi?" he said, and I just raised a single finger and pressed it against his lips, saying "no, just stay"

He...surprisingly did, but I was regrettably forced to stand up myself when I felt my head slipping down his torso to his midriff. He gave me a sympathetic look and just said "rough day?" to which I gave a little nod and walked back around the counter, fearful of being caught slacking.

"Yeah, bitchy customer after bitchy customer. Some woman tried to steal a granola bar! Like, it's literally ¥100, it's hardly fucking pricey."

"God, I bet you meet some real Karens in here. Did she ask for the manager?"

"You bet. I just told her I'm the manager, which is a half truth."

"Oh? What exactly do you manage?"

"Well....I manage to find you incredibly fucking attractive~? How much that's worth in the corporate ladder is debatable, but regardless, I think I'm pretty good at my job." YES! I've been saving that line for ages.....

"Well, if your job is to find me attractive, sounds like it's minimum wage to me." he said with a chuckle, and it took me a moment to realise he was teasing me too.

"You tryna say I'm not good at my job?"

"Not at all. I'm just saying that people have done it before, that's all~"

"I see. Well? Am I earning more than them~"

"Compared to you those guys were free labour~"

"....what?" I DONT GET IT