D3AD DROP

Prologue - Student

-Sunday, March 6, 2078/ Cincinnati, Ohio/ 12:03 AM

"Fucking idiot. Didn't even give me my drink!"

"I'm sorry, sir. I've told you, we ran out of Dr. Peppy."

"Don't give me that bullshit! Last week, the drink machine was broke, now this week, you've run out of soda!"

"I'm sorry, I don't control how much people want the soda. Everyone has been draining us from Dr. Peppy."

"But you can control much stock you have of that drink!"

"I'm sorry, I'll make sure we have more in stock later."

"Tch. Fucking kids. Your generation is screwing us all! All your talk back and nonsense. This world is plagued with you cretins."

I just looked at him as he stormed out of the restaurant. And when he was gone...

"Jesus, finally."

"Hey, how you holdin' up, Takashi?"

"Fine, I guess..."

"What was all that commotion about anyway?"

"Just another short-tempered, old man."

"Seemed like it. All of the cursing and stuff."

"..."

"Do you usually deal with this stuff in Japan?"

"Now and then, but they never get this angry."

"Oh, well I guess we get that kinda of stuff here all the time. Welcome to America."

"Heheh. Yeeeaahhh."

I started cleaning the tables and counters of the restaurant. Doing this every day kinda got numb to me. I use to be excited about running my own restaurant and stuff but now it's just become a pain.

"Yo, Mabel, I think that was our last customer."

"Alrie. I cleaned the kitchen up. Ready to close down for the night?"

"Yeah. I think so-"

But as soon as I said that, a guy with a formal casual attire came and sat down.

"Oh, looks like it's one more."

"Yeah. I'll take this one."

"Really? You seem like you're tired."

"Don't worry, you can go home."

"Alright then. See ya tomorrow, Takashi. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I grabbed the menu and went to the waiting customer.

"What may I get you?"

He just turned to me. Not speaking. Not making a word. He had a weird aura coming off from him, making me uneasy.

"Excuse me, sir. May I take your order?"

His eyes flickered from brown to a blue color, then back to brown again. He just sat emotionless. Until...

"Yes. I would like a cup of tea. The best tea that you have. I will take it."

His voice didn't seem normal. His words were too perfectly pronunciated. It was almost robotic. Scary even.

"Then I will get you the Chai Cinnamon Tea. It's the best on our menu."

"Yes. Yes. That will be swell."

I fixed my posture, thinking he was a critic or restaurant reviewer. It did seem that way. I quickly prepared his tea and served it to him.

"Here's your Chai Cinnamon Tea. Be careful, it's hot."

Seemingly not taking the warning, he grabbed the teacup with his bare hand and gulped the tea down with no reaction to the heat at all. He drunk about 1/3 of a liter of super hot tea in 5 seconds with no problem.

"..."

"Thank You. That was refreshing. I will pay the bill and go now."

"I will get your bill up right away."

When going to get his bill and coming back, he was gone. The chair was pushed in and there was a $100 bill on the table. He overpaid but most importantly, where did he go? And so fast and so quiet in such a short amount of time? I got quick chills as I cleaned up the area and closed down for the night. I turned off the lights, changed the sign to closed, and closed the door, swiping my key card against the glass door, locking it tight.
I proceeded to walk back to my apartment, tired and also slightly terrified.

I just wanted to get home fast...