empty tables//matthew espinsoa

prologue

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⠀Matthew scrunched his nose as he smelled the horrid scent of something, something burning? He let out a yelp and dropped his phone on next to the cash register and dashed to the oven.

⠀"Nash! You were supposed to watch the biscuits!" He yelled at the blue eyed boy, who was standing dumbly next to the smoking oven. At those words he started flapping his arms while holding a damp washcloth. A flour cloud from his clothing was forming while he frantically scrambled back and forth in the kitchen. Matt let out a loud laugh at this sight and was tempted to rush back to his phone to record it.

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"I swear you said you were on it", Nash sputtered out, finally coming to a stop "Plus, you know how to actually bake, so."

⠀"But," Matt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "you still have to try! We have to keep these jobs!"

The two boys stood, blinking at each other for a minute or two before bursting out in laughter.

"Good one, Matt." Nash grinned. "Do you think my dad would fire us?"

"Nah. Though, i bet he wou-"

A soft cough interrupted their conversation. They both turned around and blinked at the purple haired girl standing at the counter. She was wearing a light beanie and a loose ripped t-shirt. Her lilac hair was up in a high pony-tail with aviators perched on her hair. The bridge of her nose and parts of her cheeks were burnt from the sun, but the rest of her skin was a golden tan.

"Um." She mumbled in a hesitant voice. "Can i get some lemonade?"