Echoes Of The Underground

2: Convenience Store

"His name is Kaizo. This guy. He's so cool and does a lot of sick riffs! He also has a cool brother. He sometimes sings with their lead singer Valorie Scott while playing"

"He seems interesting. What's their band name?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm getting sleepy" he responded with an annoyed face. Gosh, I have no idea why this kid has an attitude.

"Cool, I guess. Are they famous? I've never heard of them"

"They're not really that known, but I bet they're gonna be famous someday" This kid has some kind of music taste. Good for him.

This Kaizo guy...

he looks...

He looks pretty cute.

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Ramen's POV

6:30 am

I purposely woke up early to make some breakfast for the kids. I called my cousin about them and she told me that she would be away for much longer, because something unexpected happened during her work trip. 

I hope I could stay to look after and spend more time with them. Probably when I get home I could do that. 

Yeah, some quality time with uncle Ram! Maybe I could give them a late night treat? Or let them play with some of my video games? Who knows, we'll see.

I went to work and everything was the same as always—serving food and cleaning tables here and there, welcoming customers with a smile, and all of that kind of stuff. Things got better when a customer brought a small fluffy dog in the room. 

They even asked for a high chair for the puppy to sit on! It was too cute to be ignored and if only I could pet it I would—even some of my coworkers can't look away from it.

By the end of my shift, I waved goodbye to my boss, and slipped my left arm under the strap of my backpack carrying the weight of it on my shoulders. Though, I can't leave just yet without petting the furry animal. I left my things and went back to the crowded room. 

I passed by their table pretending that I didn't intentionally go here for the dog. 

I can't. 

I just can't. 

I can't look away.

It's looking at me with its beady dark eyes and I couldn't help myself. I approached the guy and asked if I could pet their dog. I'm glad he said yes before I could reach out and touch its fur.

The face is so small that it literally fit into my palm when it licked my hand. The fur was really soft too. Looks like the owner took their time to groom the dog before bringing it here. "Thanks for letting me pet your dog. Have a good night!" With a smile, I went back to the back room to pick up my things and leave.

Logan couldn't come with me this time, he said he need to rush back home to help his parents redecorate their cafe. I hopped on a bus but it was quite empty and silent tonight. 

Why not listen to music? 

The airpod blocked the background noises on my right ear, as my fingers swiped through ClipWave Music to find some tunes to listen to. Something groovy like R&B or pop music will be nice.

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7:00 pm