𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 ᯓ 𝘼. 𝙉𝙚𝙨𝙨.ᐟ

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A/N: Forgot to mention this but you live in Spain, btw here is what you see when you are speaking a language/thinking, sorry for short notice 🙁😢

English: ho is u falala
Spanish: ho is u falala
German: ho is u falala
Thoughts: 'ho is u falala'

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RING RING RING INSERT ALARM CLOCK SOUND BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

A fist hit the clock so fast it almost broke. It was early— 6:00 am to be exact, you had set an alarm for your part time job.

You hated Mondays.

You got up and made your bed, being the organized person you are. You whipped up a quick breakfast, ate, took a bath and got ready.

Once that was all done, you began to walk to your front door and exit your apartment. Locking your doors, stepping into the elevator, you press the ground floor.

Elevator doors opening, you stepped outside the apartment building and walked to the café you worked in. The café had a nice exterior— the building had white tiles and windows with a wooden outline, a sign and plants were displayed next to the door, tree leaves were hanging down from the roof, it looked a bit messy but it gave a nice look.

Stepping inside, the walls were painted with a nice white shade and heart-shaped mirrors with black outlines were hanging on the walls. On the left, a small table also had plants displayed on top and next to it was ANOTHER huge plant, this café might as well be considered a forest. Lights were hanging in-front of the windows, tables and chairs with different designs scattered inside the café, a bit messy, but gave a cozy vibe.

Waking in the back and throwing on an apron, you head to the cashier register and wait for a costumer to walk in. Barely 5 minutes of waiting, a man walks in.

He had reddish-brown hair that was slicked back with his bangs down on the side, teal eyes with long under lashes and had light skin. He had a frown on his face, like he had just come out of a funeral but you know that wasn't the case. You know who this man is.

'The Prodigy...'

He started to walk towards you to, I don't know- probably order something since this is a café after all. You didn't like the guy, but you didn't particularly hate him either. It was 50/50.

"Good morning, Sir. What would you lik—" "An Americano."

Did this ho just cut you off?
Screw that "50/50" bullcrap you hated him. Who does he think he is anyway? His lashes look stupid like a cellar spider. His hair looks ridiculous, grow it out more and you'll look like branch from trolls. Just because this pony is good at kicking balls doesn't mean he's allat. You can kick HIS balls instead.. and– *yap yap yap*

"That'll be €2.00, anything e–" "No, and make it quick. Don't waste my time."

Perra.

Odio a este tipo, sinceramente.

Taking his money and giving him his change, you walk to the coffee maker thingy (idk what its called) and start making his coffee. You considered actually putting more coffee to make it more bitter because that ho deserves it but it probably won't affect him since his personality itself is already bitter, and you don't want to lose your job.

"Here you go–" he swiftly takes the coffee from your hands without even letting you finish and walk out the door. 'LET ME FINISH.' "Come back again!" You shout out but he probably didn't hear it anyways. Hope he DOESN'T come back.
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After a few more customers and taking their orders, it's time for your break, you definitely need one after the Sae thing. Sitting down on one of the chairs, you pull out your phone and start scrolling endlessly and suddenly you remember something. You haven't annoyed HIM yet.