Who's the Boy That I Love?

The kettle whistled as it boiled over the hot stove.

"Order for... Punchy!" I shouted, pouring the steamy liquid into a plastic cup. 

A young, black and white cat, around an inch shorter than me strolled up to the counter. 

"Thanks," he muttered under his breath. 

His eyes were shut like semicircles, and his irises were a sharp yellow. The cat's pupils were incredibly dilated, and for a moment, I felt my heart beat quicker. 

The handsome tomcat swiftly snatched the caramel cappuccino, seemingly nervous. His paws shook, oddly for his relaxed nature.

Unexpectedly, the coffee dropped to the floor, pouring out the cream-colored, boiling substance inside. 

His eyes somehow got wider as he realized the incident that had occurred. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" 

He tried to be chill about it, but it was incredibly obvious that he was panicking.

The two of us fell to the ground, both wanting to be the more polite person. At the same time, we tried to grab the now empty coffee cup. 

"Oh, sorry you can grab it"

"No it's ok, you can"

"I insist, if you want to-"

"No, no, it's alright!"

"You know what, I'll go get a towel, I guess we can both clean this up."

I ran to the backroom, where I knew I could find cleaning supplies. Now would be a perfect time to remember my training from back when I was a trainee, but alas, that was a year ago, and long forgotten (thankfully).

Rushing back out, I flipped the towel onto the mess. Punchy had already picked up the cup and its lid, so there wasn't much else for me to do except step on the fabric violently. 

"What a nice welcome to Brewster's Café," he snorted sarcastically.

"I apologize for this... uh.... what did you say your name was?" I chuckled nervously.

"Punchy," he replied, impassively, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth.

"Right, I apologize for this Punchy, this isn't appropriate for our cafe, I understand, but please refrain from publishing a low star review," I replied shyly.

"...What?"

"You know, like.... some people leave reviews on Yelp or whatever it's called. It brings the restaurant credibility down," I explained.

Punchy began to laugh hysterically, but I couldn't find out what was funny.

"Oh, yeah no. I'm not one of those 'food critics' that pretend they know everything about food. All I know about food is that it should go in my stomach," he sighed, laughter dying down.

I was relieved. "Thank Sun, I was stressed for a moment there." 

We got up off of the ground and I yelled at Raymond to get off his lazy ass and mop up the mess. He didn't hear me, naturally since he had been listening to his Netflix movie, How to Train Your Pet Dragon 2

I picked up one of my pink sandals, and threw it at him, annoyed at his effortless behavior.

He simply hissed at me, looked at the mess, then went back to his movie.

I suddenly remembered the customer who had witnessed all of this.

"My deepest apologies, the workplace here is... something." I said sweating.

"It's alright, I found it funny," he bursted, cackling. "I think today is the best day I've had, thank you."

Punchy began to walk away, but halted and pulled something out of his pocket.

"Here, my number. Call me if you need anything or just wanna talk. You're really cool." He said smoothly.

My heart was beating, fast it could go, "O-oh, thanks."

"You're welcome." He walked out the door, looking like a total badass.

Suddenly, Raymond pulled down his headphones. "Yall gay, gay as hell. But none of you realize it-"
"Shut up Raymond, nobody asked."