|Warnings: angst at first then comfort, rejection, starving Type: Fluffy angst
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○○●○○○○○○ ❛ 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 TO THE 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾, 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 YOU'RE WEARING YOUR 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 CLOTHES. ❜
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3RD PERSON POV
The following day greeted Bad with a renewed sense of determination. Eager to embark on a new chapter and perhaps find solace in a change of scenery, he headed to the café that Foolish frequented. As he stepped through the door, the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of lively conversations enveloped him.
Seizing the opportunity for a fresh start, Bad inquired about potential job openings. To his delight, he found himself hired at the café, a serendipitous turn of events that promised not only a change in his daily routine but also the chance to immerse himself in an environment familiar to Foolish.
In the midst of the clinking of coffee cups and the rhythmic sounds of the espresso machine, Bad embraced his new role with enthusiasm. The café, once a backdrop for the complexities of desire, now became a stage for growth and connection. Each cup he brewed and every interaction with customers marked a step toward embracing change and forging new connections.
As Bad navigated the bustling atmosphere of the café, he couldn't help but wonder if this newfound opportunity would lead to a chance encounter with Foolish. The journey of self-discovery and healing, sparked by the rejection of the previous day, now unfolded in the welcoming ambiance of a place where the aroma of coffee blended with the promise of fresh beginnings.
The anticipation of a new beginning weighed on Bad as he prepared for his first day at the café. With his uniform neatly arranged, he took a moment to glance at himself in the mirror, a mix of excitement and nervousness reflecting in his eyes. The uniform, now a symbol of the fresh start he sought, held the promise of possibilities yet to unfold.
Steeling himself for the day ahead, Bad walked out of his house, the door closing softly behind him. The familiar journey to the café became a pilgrimage of sorts, each step carrying a blend of apprehension and determination. The bustling sounds of the city surrounded him, a backdrop to the internal dialogue playing out in his mind.
Arriving at the café, Bad took a deep breath before entering. The aroma of coffee beans greeted him, creating a sense of familiarity in the midst of the unknown. The rhythmic hum of the espresso machine provided a backdrop to the nerves that fluttered in his stomach.
