Stealing the World

Chapter One: Vrepit Sal's Cafe

"Yes, sir."
Keith muttered, so quietly his boss almost couldn't hear him. We was a barista at Vrepit Sal's ( a small yet well-known cafe tucked onto the corner of a busy four-way stop), as of about four days ago. So, he was pretty new. But at least the staff seemed nice enough. Keith remembered his interview with Mr. Sal, also one of the most aniety-inducing experiences of his life. And that's saying something. "So, what makes you think we should hire you?" Mr. Sal interrogated. Keith started to feel beads of sweat roll down his forehead, making small portions of his raven hair stick to the sides and top of his face. "Well," He started. Say something! "I think i make a pretty formidable employee; I can clean, make coffee..." well, of course! Everyone who works at a coffee shop can do that! Suddenly, the room started to get really hot. Keith could feel himself getting more frustrated with every word he said. May as well say goodbye to that job... He thought to himself. Honestly, he dosent even remember how he even got this job. Everything just kinda blacked out then.
"Well, get to work already!" Mr. Sal barked, dragging Keith out of the abyss that held all his most embarassing moments. He called it the Numb Abyss, because that's how those humiliating moments feel to him. Like he's just numb, and has no control over his body to fix anything. About the situation, or himself. He started wiping off a vacant table looking out a huge window. He glanced at the clock to see it was still four hours until his shift was over. He screeched inwardly, because he just wanted to go back to his college dorm back on the Garrison University campus. Keith was a college student looking to get a degree in business. He only worked in this crappy cafe to pay tuition, though money was still quite tight. But he was glad he wasn't just going from foster home to foster home anymore. This was his sophomore year in college, and, unsurprisingly, it was just as stressful as his freshman year. Though now, not everything was so new and it was a bit less nerveracking. The hours passed and finally Keith's shift was over. He hopped onto his red, white, and black motorcycle and head off back to his dorm room.

Back on campus he was rooming with Takashi Shirogane, Shiro for short. He was the same age and in the same classes as Keith, but he was definitely much more mature and wiser. There were also their friends Hunk and Pidge, who were roomed together. Hunk was also the same age as Keith and Shiro,and he had a passion for cooking. He was one of the sweetest people you could meet. Pidge was two years younger than the rest of the gang, but probably had higher a IQ than any of them. They were both very intelligent though, despite Pidge being more book-smart and a faster learner. Hunk and Pige had also started hanging out with Lance McClain... to sum it up, he was just ignorant and immature. Everyone else thought he was funny, but Keith had a different opinion.

"Hey, Shiro," Keith muttered half-heartedly when he entered their dorm. No response. Maybe he didn't hear me... "SHIRO!" Still no response. He must be out with Allura. Keith slightly recalled Shiro mentioning hanging out with her sometime later that day. Allura was the daughter of one of the proffessors, Mr. Alfor Altea, so she got a lot of attention. It didn't help that she also had an uncle, a.k.a. Mr. Altea's cousin, Mr. Coran Smight, who was a proffessor. Shiro was captain of their football team, so it was only right that they, the two most popular straight people there, get together. Keith felt a small wave of loneliness come over him. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, he scolded himself. He has a right to hang out with his girlfriend. Besides, he probably just got sick of me. Keith decided not to wait for Shiro. I mean, Shiro barely gave Keith that much attention anymore since him and Ms. Perfect started dating, so it won't matter. Shiro probably wouldn't be mad at him in the morning. He'd be too busy with Allura. Keith laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, making up weird scenarios in his head. He knew they would never happen, but it was nice to live in a world of posibility for a while until sleep finally claimed him.