~Cariño: A Quackbur Story~

~Sweet as Sugar~

Gorgeous.

The coffee was bitter black and the sugar was like thin snow. The cream was poured down into the big white porcelain cup like a white river. The constant stirring was hypnotizing. Confusing almost. Going around and around and around and-
"Wilbur? Are you paying attention?" Alex looked at me. I was staring over his shoulder, supposedly watching him make coffee. "Oh! Yeah, I'm here."

"God, Cariño. Now I know why you get fired so much."
I flushed. "Whatever Q. I swear I usually don't... space out like this."
"What? Were you looking at something..." Q said in a seductive voice. He looked up at me, smirking. I hiccupped and blushed.
"Shut up Quackity. I wasn't looking at you."

Quackity giggled, doing a little dance. "I don't mind Cariño. Not at all." He laughed again.
"Q you are disgusting." Alex rolled his eyes at me. My eyes suddenly wandered to his waist, my hands itched closer to them, yearning to touch them. To feel them. 

There was small shuffles and squeaks were heard behind us. We both quickly looked behind us.

It was Quackity's dad. Alex moved away from me. I frowned.
Alex strolled over to his father.

"Dad? What's up? You do know today isn't your shift papá."
"Oh, I know mijo. Your mother sent me here to check the stock. We have someone coming over here to look over the café..." Alex's father finally notices me. "Oh, hola Wilbur! I wasn't expecting you to be behind the counter today. You helping Alex make cupcakes again?" He laughed and winked. Quackity scowled as I fell into giggles.

"It was muffins Dad! And I know how to make them now! It was only that one time I needed help." Quackity huffed. "Anyway, Wilbur is here so I can show him how to make coffee and certain recipes in case he runs out during a shift."

"During a shift?"
"Papá, did you forget? I told you, I was thinking of hiring Wilbur to work here since he got fired from his last job." I blushed. Did he really have to say that? It was embarrassing. "He could maybe take over some of your shifts. You have been complaining about your back a lot recently..."

His dad's face showed some concern. "You got fired again cariño?" I felt my face heat up more. Enough to bake muffins on my face. Ever since I started showing up more to the tiny café, Alex's family even started to call me cariño, but only at times. It was mainly Alex, el Diablo, who called me cariño.

I smiled shyly. "Yeah, again. I don't get it, I really do try my best to keep those damn jobs."
"Guess you have horrible luck."
I laughed. "I guess so."

Alex's dad smiled. He had a charming smile, even if it was slightly worn from age. It was shining and bright, along with it being draped with light but somehow deep wrinkles at the corners of him mouth. Quackity's smile is definitely something he got from his father. I mean, his mother still had a wonderful smile, it was just tighter than her husband's. More stiff and formal. Like she knew she had to smile in front of a crowd. It was not always genuine. 
"Well, I'll leave you two to it then! Alex, make sure you count up the stock of everything in the front and the back for your mother please." Alex nodded. He turned around and headed to the back door. He paused once he reached the door. He put his hand on the door frame, turning his head back around to look at us. He smiled widely.

"Oh, and Alex, if you decide to hire Wilbur, you can put him on your shifts. I know you have a sweet tooth, and how much you like your honey."

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