"Your total will be 12.66, Mr. Jody! Cash or card? We do take both after all." asked the joyful woman.
"Who is we? I only see you workin' here." Diandre fixed his green hat as he looked over the counter a bit. There was in fact nobody other than Makara working in the bakery. "Also, you can just take my cash..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill.
"Okay!--Also, we... Uh... Well, I'm not very sure actually. We is just me and my happiness I guess!" She giggled, swapping the twenty for his spare change as she carefully counted her ones.
"Your... Happiness?"
"Yep! Are you ever just so happy you have a conversation with yourself in your head discussing millions of different things as you work?" Makara handed Diandre his change and fixed her off-white scarf. Diandre stuffed the cash and change into his hoodie's pockets and quirked a brow at Makara. "I don't understand. Only time I've ever talked to my happiness was when I was addicted."
"...To... Like... Candy?"
"Lady, you got the looks, but you're a total airhead. I'm talking about drugs."
"OH!" She jumped, and as she leaned above the counter a bit to make sure nobody was listening and she began whispering as if this was top secret information. "Like... Cocaine?"
"Mhm." He leaned back a bit and a cringed expression appeared. "Cocaine." As he finalized that, a smirk appeared on his face and he leaned in just like she did. "You want some? I got the stuff."
"I am not partaking in drug-dealing!"
"I'm joking. I'm a few years clean. Anyways, enough chit-chat. I've gotta go now." Diandre squeezed the handles of his bag and fixed his hat once again as he walked out with his cookies. He knew Makara was nothing more than a bimbo. In fact, he stereotyped her as someone who loved Mean Girls and pumpkin spice during the fall. Makara waved as he left, "have a good day, Diandre!~" and placed her hands pridefully on her hips.
What an odd dude he was! Makara thought. He had an interesting sense of humor and fashion... Nothing like she's ever seen before. He was short and stood with a slightly hunched posture with a bunch of steel studs in his face. Diandre's hair was blonde, scrunched up and fluffy, but his hair didn't match his attitude–For he was mean to an extent but a great communicator.
Next in line for an order was a slimmer man, who's general shape was more like a young tree. His messy black hair was put in a lower ponytail and the top of his head seemed to have grown out into a more light brown with a red undertone, so it was clear that black was not his natural hair-color. His thin reading glasses perfectly sat on the curve of his nose and he seemed nearly paranoid with the way he completely avoided eye contact with the woman in front of him.
Makara smiled. However, her smile quickly faded as she actually took a look at him. She took his looks to heart and it had her stomach in a bunch. To her, he was one of the prettiest guys she has ever seen in her entire life! As her freckles disappeared from the deep blush in her face, she shook her head clear again and welcomed the man. "Hello! What can I get you today?" It was nearly difficult for poor Makara to keep her composure in the presence of the man.
He hesitated, "...coffee... and... just a straight coffee and do you still have those powdered donuts still or are those not in stock anymore?" Now asking, he mumbled every word.
"Oh–Yes! We have those. How many were you thinkin'? One, three, a dozen?"
"...One, please."
"Sure! Can you give me your first name?.. Or well, even a nickname? Just something I can call you by when your order is ready?"
"Nathan." He bluntly replied. "Or uhm... Nathaniel?... One of those."
With her wide grin she nodded and took note of the man's name, "okay! Just take a seat anywhere, Nathan and your order will be done in less than ten minutes since there's nobody before you. Thank you!"
Nathan didn't say anything in return, but he walked off rather quickly and took a seat next to a window and Makara watched as he left to sit. She was so distracted by his looks, she nearly forgot to start making his order.
