"Smg3...can i still catch up to you?"

A little packed at the cafe 🫂

I've been working harder lol!

🫂. This has a panic attack scene in it so be warned. It also consists of harming theyself so be warned before continuing.

"And then he punched the shit out of him! Crazy, right? But you won't believe what happened next-"

Smg3 seemed pretty rushed today, i know why though. Today in the cafe it was packed, practically everyone from this fandom (yes i know, a 4th wall break, sigh...) is in this cafe right now, there's a line going outside of the shop. 

I wished people would sign up to work here, it was just smg3 making coffee like his life depended on it. I had to tell him this story though, It was the wotfi 2024! I was close to the end, i was excited to tell him about the cute little interaction between meggy and fat italian at the end! I ship the two insanely.

Smg3 bursted from the door to his office in the back, holding 9 cups of coffee, about to spill out of the sides. He swiftly rushed to each table, giving everyone their coffee and rushing back to the resister. 

"Yes yes... One latte and a dozen donuts... okay that'll be 15.99.." he muttered, typing everything on the register, his fingers working like how a robot would, but faster. 

I saw the sweat droplets dripping down his forehead, while others slid down his face, drippling from his chin instead. His cheeks were flushed, his hair looked absolutely crazy, as if he just took a dip from the pool, except a pool of sweat. 

"And uh... then Mario started talking to meggy, and he wasn't being silly! He asked if she was okay! He ACTUALLY CARES FOR HER! i'm telling ya-"

i stutter out more of the story, he had to know. I couldn't wait till later, he promised he would find a way to be with me while doing work yesterday, and now he's paying the price. I wish i could help, but he doesn't trust me around his machinery. I understand that.

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I slam open the door with my left foot, running around to each table, making sure not to spill a drop of anyone's coffee. Lately i've been getting rude customers, so i think it's better if i contain my anger, and just go along with it. The better waiter i am, the nicer they will be. right! RIGHT.

I run to the register, my ears screeching from smg4's yapping and the sounds of aggressive slurping ahead at the tables across the cafe. I look up and start listening to the person ahead. 

"Yes yes... One latte and a dozen donuts... okay that'll be 15.99..." i said, my voice cracking form how much screaming i've been yelling at people to move, and telling egg dog to chill off the customers, he doesn't like meeting new people. The person hands me the money then exits the cafe. I would feel relieved if there wasn't another customer approaching me the same time one was leaving. 

🫂. Panic attack warning here, and also physical fighting. May trigger, i warn in advance.

I ran. Back and forth, trying to get everyone's snacks and cake pops and coffee's and donuts and chips and who knows what else. I rushed myself, which wasn't helping until i turn around, running into a customer with a freshly hot coffee. It spill all down my poorly tied apron, seeping through it and staining my overalls and sweater. I gasp, they do too. I quickly take the cup and set it down. 

"Don't worry about that love! I can make another one, you won't get charged for it, just a simple mistake, right?" i say in a hopeful tone, picking up a towel from a nearby closet and getting on all fours, cleaning the mess.