This Is Hardcore

Chapter 2

It was noon. We were having our lunchbreak, when suddenly a guy in a dark cloak entered the shop. He had those best-selling black Ray-Bans with large rims that become a resemblance for pince-nezes. Later on, after he took a look around the pink-themed shop, he tore off his cloak and put it in his shoulder.

     He then takes a long look at the menu. Seemingly confused, he removed his Bans. He had those blue eyes every man wanted to have. He has prominent facial hair, and had a really long nose. i forgot to mention his black fedora, which covered a thick quiff of locks. I find him really attractive (for a customer, that is). This I observed whilst eating chicken curry with my employees that didn't notice him.

     "Umm..." he said, and I attended him in a flash. "I will have the garlic bread, the chocolate crumble donut, and the Express Arabica," he added. I noted his Irish-ish accent. I was standing there, looking at this massive masculinity, and when I realized this, I automatically calculated everything he said. "That would be £25.95."

     He laughed. What a douchebag.

     "Wow. Umm, here you go miss." He gave me his monies and gave him the change. "Mister, umm..."

     "Danny. My name's Danny."

     "Well, um, Danny, please take a seat. We will process your, um, request!"

     "Okay," he said with a little chuckle. And we parted.

     While I was busy baking the garlic bread, flouring the donuts, and making the coffee, I heard him laugh in the shop. "Hahahaha! Processing my request..." Strike one, Danny.

Once everything was finished, I went out with the tray and got into the shop. Danny was sitting there perfectly, legs stretched out, Ban and cloak neatly placed on the table, and reading theguardian. Sheer perfection.

     I placed his order on his table, not as neatly as he did with his things, but placed it nontheless. Once I did what I was meant to do, we gazed at each other's eyes for a moment.

     His eyes. They were full of sadness, despair, and misery. They were cold, lonely, and unhappy. They lack vibrance. It was so saddening, but it was the truth.

     "Thank you," he suddenly said.

     "For what?"

     "For processing my request."

     I smiled, and strode back to the shop, silent about what has happened. Is this real life?