Modern chiscara

Chapter 5: Progress??

Author's note:

THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND WHOS SHOWING THE TYPOS (ily)

the reason why scara isnt all rude and mean is because he and childe used to be besties (they didnt know they were)

I'll try making the chapters longer once im not busy bcs of school :(

how do you guys feel about 3rd person pov instead of the usual first person?

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My alarm woke me up, I hate it.

Monday.

The worst day of the week for me (or for everyone)

I woke up, reaching out to grab my phone when I noticed it was hot and open under my hand.

Shit, did I leave chats on?

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scara: wait

scara:change the croissant to chicken alfredo

scara: got that?

scara: say something so i know you got it

scara:hello?

scara: whyre u leaving me on read

scara: hey

scara: this is bad service

scara: gn

4:35

childe: oh shit
childe: sorry
childe: went to sleep with phone on

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I sighed and charged my phone, then I went to take a bath




5:57, and everything in the cafe was prepared.

The pastries were displayed, tools organized, table cleaned...

None of us looked good, we looked like zombies who just rose from the grave

"...augh..." Capitano groaned, from the hand on his forehead, I could tell he was having the worst headache right now.

Stay strong homie....

It wasn't like I was feeling any better, my throat decided to hurt when I woke up.

"I can already see those boys about to enter, we better get ready." Sandrone said.

I nod, going to my station as I wait for an order.

Hours passed, and the cafe was almost full.

I've already given Sandrone Scaramouche's order, though she questioned why he didn't chat the official number.

We had to save a table for him since a whole high school batch came in and occupied most seats.

Signora glared at the boys whenever they catcalled her, she snapped when a guy asked for her number.

She slapped him with a baguette.

Every worker laughed, even his batchmates did, but the guy was furious...he angrily stomped away from the cafe, scaring the cats outside in the process.

Their teacher looked like he was one minute away from destroying his glasses.

I was waiting for the familiar indigo hair, it was almost 7:30, after all. I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor and rested my chin on my hand, when is he coming?