Corner Store Coffee Shop (sometimes villains stop by)-made by an orphan_account

chapter 21

"Man, you're kind of ugly, not gonna lie." He was joking, of course. Everyone is ugly in comparison to Tommy.

It was so much better to make fun of Wilbur when he was able to see his face. Not because it was a nice face, but because his facial expressions being seen made his reactions so much funnier. The Blade let out an extremely frustrated sigh at the reminder that Tommy knew top secret information.

At some point after they all finished their drinks, the Angel and the Blade forced Wilbur to leave. The Angel gave Tommy a wave and the Blade gave him a nod in acknowledgement, Wilbur actually said "Goodbye, Tommy." before leaving.

Well, at least he knew what to expect for the future when Wilbur came.

Shortly after they left, the door opened to a boy around his age walking through the door. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing a mask, but he wouldn't let that fool him. Not like when he thought Quackity was a normal citizen.

Tommy wouldn't let himself be fooled into thinking that Purpled was a civilian, especially when there were such clear signs he wasn't. Specifically, the boy donning a recognizable purple hoodie. Recognizable in the sense that he had seen pictures of it plastered on street light poles, not in the way that he had seen Purpled before.

Purpled, a name Tommy found kind of stupid, it was just the color purple with the letter D at the end, would have been a vigilante if not for the fact he also did a lot of 'jobs' for money. His only real rule was that there was some sort of good reason and he got paid, Purpled had been reported to have some sense of justice. He has been seen fighting crime on the streets as well, so he definitely wasn't the worst of the bunch.

"Is this the cafe I've been hearing about?"

Tommy rolled his eyes at the boy, "What part of 'Corner Store Coffee Shop' do you not understand, we're not a cafe. " And Tommy sounded offended at the idea of working at a cafe, rightfully so though. Tommy would never work at a cafe. That would be stupid. Coffee shops were clearly superior. Wait a minute. "Wait, what do you mean you've been hearing about?" 'Cause as far as he was concerned, the only people coming were villains, unless the shop was blowing up during the day, which Tommy doubted was happening.

Purpled shrugged, "I don't know, apparently, Siren has been going around and telling everyone to come here. Some others have been talking about it and stuff, making plans to come here more in the future." Tommy groaned, he was kind of happy to hear that they were going to continue coming, but it was also pretty stressful that they were outlaws being looked for and embarrassing that Wilbur was going around telling villains and the like to come to the most obscure coffee shop that people only come by once or twice before forgetting it, only thinking about it when they pass by.

"He's so embarrassing."

"Right? Sucks to be you, I guess." He paused, realizing that, like the Blade who he couldn't be bothered to think too much about, Purpled lacked the accent that made someone valid, and had the accent that made them invalid. He was American . The nerve of the guy. Everyone was valid until they weren't, and they weren't when Tommy says they weren't.

"Wait," Tommy started, "Are you American?"

Purpled stood there, they stared at each other. "I tip."

Fair enough.

"Fine, what do you want to drink?" Tommy wasn't exactly in a place to complain. With a victorious smile, he walked up to the counter, and the guy, like a wrongun' , picked up the menu. How messed up is that? Out of everything he had seen before, someone picking up a small menu that sat on the counter was the most disturbing thing ever. Well, actually, the Blade drinking black coffee, and Wilbur drinking iced coffee was worse.

Like the horrible person he was, Purpled answered, "I want a donut glazed with strawberry icing." Glazed with strawberry ice cream , god did he sound pretentious. Like Wilbur, he wasn't sure why he decided that he had some imaginary grudge against Purpled, but he did and he was in the right for it.

"You come to a coffee shop," Tommy said slowly, "to order a donut. Without a drink."

"The customer is always right, Tommy." Of course Purpled was the type of person to use his name. Purpled was Purpled. And yes, Tommy was qualified to make these conclusions from the couple minutes that they had known each other.

Without breaking eye contact, he got a napkin, almost knocking down some to-go cups that were next to the napkins, placing it down on the counter; continuing to not look away, he opened the display case to grab a strawberry donut- not 'donut glazed with strawberry icing' -to place on top. "0.85."

Purpled glanced at the donut, then he looked at Tommy, "I only have a 10s and 20s."

"Oh wow, look at mister rich guy, guess what, I can't break a 10 or 20 right now because no one else has come today, so you're going to have to choose." Purpled let out a sigh. He took out his wallet and looked through his bills, probably double checking whether or not he had smaller ones. After realizing that no, he didn't have smaller bills, he glanced between the donut and his money and decided that the donut was worth it. If Purpled was going to overpay, he was going to overpay, he placed a 20 in front of Tommy. Where were these villains and vigilantes and drug dealer, no S, getting all their money, and how can he get it. Well, it was probably illegal, but that's okay, if Tommy did it, it was okay.

He took the donut before Tommy could even pick up the bill, and he sat at a table that was unoccupied. Which wasn't saying much seeing as the whole shop besides the one seat that Purpled sat at was unoccupied.

Purpled bit off a piece of the donut and he watched Tommy, man was Purpled weird. But Purpled also thought that Tommy was extremely weird. "Man, you are so weird." He bit off another piece of his donut.

Tommy wasn't sure how to react to that, it was so out of nowhere and random. "What do you mean?" It was weird how different Purpled was from a lot of other customers he had been getting. Weirdly enough, he was somehow comparable to the Blade and Dream. They definitely weren't the same, but they definitely had the same energy. The three of them were all analytical in different ways is what Tommy had noticed.

The Blade and Dream were definitely more similar to each other than Purpled was to either of them, they were the quiet observers. They would watch Tommy in silence as everyone else would be talking to Tommy. Everything Tommy did they would look at and add it to some internal file, or something, that they had on everyone.

Purpled was different, he was pretty up front about the fact that he was watching. Though Purpled did say that he thought Tommy was weird, he still didn't ask any questions to clarify any confusion he had. Purpled knew that Tommy could lie. He had a harder job though, he couldn't watch silently as Tommy interacted with everyone, he had to watch Tommy and just assume. Not to say that the Blade and Dream didn't have to make assumptions either.

People too often underestimated Tommy, Tommy knew that they were observing him. No, he didn't change how he acted, and no, he didn't know everything they thought about him. However, he did notice.

Purpled didn't answer his question. "Tommy," Purpled said. "I think we'll be seeing each other a lot more in the future." He ate the last of his donut and left the shop before Tommy could reply.