"In certain circumstances, even though we all want to fuck this customer right now, let's still be mindful of our eye-fucking and be welcoming instead!" I hushed my employees and the young man who had joined us. Shocked by what he was hearing, his newly baked cake almost falling out of his hold.
In that split second, everyone composed themselves as Ryi shook off the shock and looked down at his cake in embarrassment. The new customer entered through the door like fine wine, walking graciously. His presence seemed to blind anyone who looked at him; the stares relaxed when the fresh smell of lemon followed him.
In the blink of an eye, I see him standing in front of the counter and walking to the cashier to order his drink there, making it easier to just pay.
Getting out of my own shock, I gazed around and was more stunned. The café was filled with people and customers! Even outside, people stood, while some mined their business, others were standing and cheerfully, being engrossed in the conversation they were having.
A ringtone goes off, so I re-direct my eyes to the front while my ears try to pick up a specific conversation, perking up hearing the long-legs charming, deep voice as he was comforting someone on the phone. My ears and whole attention shifted when I was able to pick up a child's voice. I gasped in his direction, as if hearing me, he looked at me, and I quickly looked back to the customer who had just come, taking their order. More employees had flown behind me to make the incoming orders.
Although many orders were coming in, when gazing at the seating and the tables in the café, there sat foods we didn't sell or make. It came to me that this sudden rush hour is a reality because: 1) I did not make those orders, nor have I taken 'em! 2) Outside foods are allowed in here, and there's literally a delivery guy delivering someone's food to them before he goes back out. 3) It's only been two days since Ryi was here, and this man is still so shy and spooked up around me; my realities don't warm up to me as easily as they do in my illusions or dreams.
Just when I was still dulling over every fraction of what could be considered a dream or a reality, I accidentally spilled hot coffee, which was just brewed, onto my hand and jumped in alarm. At first, it was numb because I was so out of it, but it reddened my skin afterwards.
I quickly finished making the drink, replaced someone with me before running my hand under cool water. It did little to help, but it could've been worse. Scuffing under my breath, I went to the guest aid room, same room Ryi had slept in, and applied cream to help the burn.
Ah, which reminds me, and 4) I'm too clumsy to not trip awake.
"Auntie, are you okay..?" Peeking in the door was a cute girl with two pointy tails hanging above her ears, a little unusual to see them so perky and hair sticking out, but she looked so cute nonetheless.
Seeing me gasp in excitement at who's sneaking around by the door had her widening those sad lips of hers into a smile, running into my now open arms. I scoop her up and stroll around the room, feet interlocking on accident, tripping each other over. The little girl laughed wholeheartedly in cheers, but it barely went past the loud conversations outside.
"Cute potato, did you escape for me to finally kidnap you to a doll house?!" I put her down, squatting, my knee on the floor, to her level before I asked with an engrossed excitement, hands slumped on her shoulders.
She jumped up and down, crying in joy of yes's while nodding her head aggressively before standing still, schooling her expression, folding her arms to her chest, and humping to the side, her pigtails swinging to the opposite direction, slapping her face softly afterwards.
"Aunt-ma said to not back off no promises." My heart! I've lost count of the many attempts I had tried on kidnapping her and actually doing so, only for her aunt-ma to come around and have me sob on my knees for forgiveness. Truly, I lost count of shame as well.
Now, I was forced to promise to never do anything of such or else my cute potato is off to somewhere very far. I had dealt with that for a year; she was flown off to a different state for a year! The trauma she left me.
Upset by the memory, I crawled to the bed and slumped on it lazily, cursing into the pillow. I had forgotten about the burn. The cute potato ran to me, looking over my hand before rubbing it softly over the bandage, which I had finished putting on just when she had arrived, blowing her magic fairy dust on it.
"Aima, what will I do without you?" I looked at her with a crying face, sulking into her embrace.
"Aunt-ma Mena is so cruel." I continued the fake cry play to hug and distract her worries of my hand.
"Am I cruel?" Both of us looked at the door, starled, quickly sitting on the bed, hands on knees, being good girls, shaking our heads.
"You liars," Mena scolded us, pointing her finger at us, schooling her own expression before Aima was forced to bid goodbye, for she had to leave. We cried before I dramatically bid goodbye for real.
"Pants on fire-" I was just winking before Mena stared in a startle, hands stretched out in my direction, wrist shaking as if to say 'no.'
"Don't you start a fire again!" I gasp jokily, asking just how can she think I could do such a cruel thing!
"Joell, you've lit my pants on fire... just from that joke-game." She stared at me in disbelief, probably remembering a memory.
Well... at least it's the least worst incident I've caused.
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What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
RomanceA man was fulfilled with being single. He had everything, and his son filled up the rest of his heart. Someone intrudes him, welcomes a new kind of loud silence to his world, and wins his son's heart. Will he do what's best for his son or escape upc...
