Headspace // Joshler

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The bell above the door lets out a soft cheerful jingle when the boy pushes the glass door open, alerting everyone he was in. Josh makes his way around the counter, scanning the current customers and deciding if the cafe was busy or not. He smooths down his tan work shirt as he walks around the corner. He sticks his pin with his name on it on his shirt and wiggles it a bit with his thumb to make it set in place comfortably.

Joshua squeals when he senses someone's hand against his upper back. He knows who it was, as it had happened every damn day for the past three years, and yet, still it comes as a shock to him.

"Dal! Don't do that!" Joshua turns around with a soft squeal and hits his coworkers shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"Man, it never gets old." He snorts, walking to the coffee machine to continue with the beverage he was making. Joshua goes about getting orders, making them right beside Dallon.

The two boys loved to mess with people by spelling their names wrong on purpose. The customer's reactions were pure gold, the harsh words and insults were totally worth it. Fucking around like that was the only form of entertainment in their exhaustingly boring job.

"How the hell did you managed to spell Kyle so wrong?" A man sounding quite confused yaps. He turns around quickly, seeing Dallon holding a laugh in. The short man turns his cup around to see 'Kiele' written in bold but sloppy letters. "It's not even a rare name! Are you illiterate?"

Josh laughs while turning around, letting Dallon have the pleasure of dealing with a fuming customer. It was a slow day so he decided he would clean the machines and get it over with. He had all the supplies out when he hears a harsh 'plop' sound behind him. He quickly turns around, thinking someone had dropped their coffee.

"I'll clean i- Dal what are you doing?" He eyes his bag that was now dumped on the counter.

"Dude who fucked up your camera." Dallon hisses, forehead creasing from fury, knowing how much Joshua adored his camera,

"Some man at the park. I'll just... replace it, I guess. It wasn't his fault." Joshua sighs, a small glint of sadness flashes in his eyes "Dude, put it back, you know that you can't put anything on the counter beside coffee."

Dallon pushes Josh's bag down rolling his eyes. He didn't give a shit about the hygiene standards because all of the customers were conceited hipsters with silver spoons up their indie arses.

"Josh, this took you two years of saving up to buy. How are you so calm?" Dallon carefully sets the broken camera down, sifting through other stuff he had spilled on the counter. "I would've...I would've beaten that man's face in!"

"It's fine." Josh insists, leaning over the counter to drop all the cleaning supplies. Josh quickly stuffs the remaining items back into his bag afraid that Dallons act could be caught on camera. Dallons eyes come across the small black card. He picks it up off the counter, eyes quickly scanning it.

"What, so now you carry random business cards?"

"Thought it might be useful someday." Josh adjusts the bottles in case gravity decides to be a bitch.

"You buy a lot of stuff you think will be useful one day, but we both know very well you'll never use it." Dallon points out, Josh's lips pursing up in discontent.

"Like what?" he rolls his eyes, fingers tapping against the counter with annoyance

"You bought a baseball bat! You don't even play." Dallon jokes.

"What if someone breaks in!" Josh sputters in defense, palms sassily splayed across his chest.

"Dude, no one's ever going to steal from you," Dallon states a little too loud, causing a few weird glances from around the cafe.