Omega Virus

A Day at the Cafe

   The next afternoon, Y enters the café and sees Izzy walking Crissy through smoothie recipes. He nods a greeting and slips into the kitchen, hanging his jacket and exchanging it for his apron.

"Damn girl, it smells Heavenly in here." Y says, smiling at Jessie. She looks a little frazzled and he hurries to check on her. "Everything okay Jes?"

"I'm freaking out!" Jessie says, her hands shaking as she adds ingredients to a mixer.

"Why? Did something happen?" Y asks, thinking Izzy looked relaxed. "Jes, is someone bothering you?"

"Yes. No." Jessie sighs and grins at the protective look in Y's eyes. "Not the way you're thinking. One of our regulars? She just got engaged." Y smiles softly. "And, she wants the café, me, to make the engagement cake! I've never done anything like that. What if it's not good enough?" She flinches, Y turning her roughly to face him and pinching her arm. "Ouch!"

"Just making sure I have your attention." Y says, he puts his hands on her shoulders and looks into her eyes. "Jes, you're an incredible pastry chef. Your cakes are both delicious and beautiful." He pulls back, rubbing his stomach and thinking. "If you're that worried, do a consultation with the bride-to-be. Get an idea of the flavors and style she's thinking about. Then, make a few samples and have her and her fiancé back for a tasting. You can sketch up designs and have them choose the cake flavors from the tasting and the decorations from your sketches. Hmm, in a few more months, maybe I can talk you into making a pink cake for Zi's baby shower?" He winks, Jessie blushing and her bottom lip trembling.

"Y?" Jessie bites her lip, nearly drawing blood. "Would you, help with the consultation? You know, I'm still nervous with strangers."

"Of course I will! Sounds like fun!" Y smiles, giving her a hug and heading out into the café.

   Izzy has her back to the counter, making coffees. Crissy is taking payment from a young woman and there's a group of nearly a dozen young men and women looking over the offerings in the display case. One young woman in the group keeps glancing at Crissy curiously.

"The new lady has such long lashes. You think they're real? I'd love to have lashes like that." The young woman says, pouting.

"Ugh. What's the point of putting falsies on a car wreck like that?" One of the young men says loudly.

   Y grits his teeth, but before he can say anything, Crissy smiles and beckons the rude young man and his group closer.

"This body might not be fresh off the showroom floor anymore and the headlights?" Crissy smirks, looking down at her ample bosom. "They hang a bit lower than in my youth." The young man licks his lips, looking at her chest and the rest of his group actually takes a step away from him. "But, this wreck? Can handle a rear ending and, bumper to bumper traffic." They look each other up and down, the young man obviously interested and Crissy giggling. "Unfortunately, it takes something much, roomier, than your Mini Cooper to get this wreck turned on." She turns, Y laughing hysterically and putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Oh, we are going to be such good friends girl." Y laughs, watching others shake their heads at the rude young man and snicker as he turns red in embarrassment. "Anyway, now that we've established you have a little dick and zero chance of using it with any female that just witnessed what a complete asshole you are, what can we get you folks?" Crissy giggles again, grinning up at him.

"By the way, young Mini Cooper, this establishment doesn't tolerate rude behavior and I especially won't have my staff being bullied." Izzy says, passing a carrier full of coffee to the young woman that was ahead of them. "So, learn some damn manners or stay out of my café. Have a great day." She turns, visibly fuming and heads into the kitchen to calm down.