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"𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒂."
The energetic blonde spun around and smiled. "Yes my love?!" She beams. Misa and I own Tasty's. It was always our dream to become the next best thing. My old time friend can be a bit overwhelming to be around though. Thankfully I've grown used to her personality over the years.
"Do you remember that guy you've been telling me about? The one that comes in here, orders a coffee and a slice of cake just for him to sit in until closing?"
Her eyes drift to the right before nodding. "Yeah, why?"
"Well it's because you're right about him. When you went to the restroom I served him and it's ten minutes to ten and he's still here."
She crossed her arms. "Ugh, what a weirdo that guy. He looks like a homeless person too. I don't trust him Y/N, we need to ban him from here."
I shook my head. "We can't just ban him. He hasn't done anything threatening."
"Yet. What if he's planning to rob us or something?" She shook her head. "Now I'm scared."
"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Help Mandy count the draw and I'll get rid of him."
"Be careful Y/N."
"I will."
I left the office and went back to the front of the store. It's dead now, only two people inside. Him and another male journaling in a book. Mandy was wiping down a few more tables when I came out.
"Hey Mandy, Misa is coming to help you." She nods, walting right back over to the counter. I fixed my apron and made my way over to where he's seated. El. What a strange guy he is.
When I fully saw his face I thought I'd been looking at an emo ghost. The dark grey under his eyes, his pale skin and spiky unkempt hair. Although he does looks homeless, he smells like coffee. Which is a good smell in my books. Once he doesn't smell of piss.
I stopped and placed my hands behind my back. El was staring out of the window when I got there, the tip of the fork stuck between his fingers as he dangled it and stared.
He really is a weirdo. I've seen him in here multiple times already. Misa has voiced her complaints every time too. I can see why. I hope he's not a pervert coming here to watch us work.
Then again I doubt it. If he was, why sit here every time just to look out of the window?
I cleared my throat and the fork dropped from his hold and onto the plate.
