"Hey Nael, can I--you're not Nael."
"Oh gosh, it's you."
"What's that supposed to mean?
"Nothing."
"Am I really that bad?"
"I never said that."
"You sure act like it."
"Okay, I do act like that . It's because you're a cat-hater. I'm a cat-lover. But if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have poopé."
"Um...you're welcome?"
"I never thanked you."
"....right."
"And just so you know, I'm talking to you just because its been twenty minutes since Nael left the shop and no one has entered, so I'm bored. And also, because you're a customer."
"Jesus, do you have to do that every single time?"
"Do what?"
"Gosh, just--made me a coffee."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Just so you know, I'm making you coffee only because I'm in charge and you're my customer. If it wasn't for it then I'd rather spray you with my pepper spray."
"Gosh, yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"Okay."
"But is it really necessary to pepper spray me? It's not like I'm a threat."
"It is, and you are a threat. You're a threat to all those cat-lovers out there because your negativity around us, cat-lovers is very dangerous."
"This is too much for my brain, gosh. Just--coffee. Make me the damn coffee."
"Fine"
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Short Story"I may work here, but that doesn't mean I drink coffee." "Why?" "Well, why dont you like cats?" "I'm allergic to cats." "Then, let's just say I'm allergic to coffee." #5 in Short Story [7/15/16] Book Three From Texts and Calls Series © Copyrights Re...
