[asdfasdf] (Story One)

Tea and Troubles

(A.N not many troubles... mostly tea i guess)

The bells chimed as I walked into the shop. "Hey there! Welcome to TEAmwork. How are you and how may I help you?"

"I managed to actually get all the way here without getting mugged, knocked out, or assaulted."

"Interesting way you have to greet people."

"Oh quiet. You know that I know that you know me. I've come here too much, Mark."

"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, "You caught me. Buuut... just so you know, I'm proud. Soooo proud of the thousands of people who could've attacked you but didn't. Maybe society is getting better?" Sighing, I shook my head and groaned, "Nope. Definitely not."

"Jeez, stop being so pessimistic!"

"I think your just the one that overly optimistic." At this point I had reached the counter and booped Mark on the nose. He feigned being shot and collapsed. "H... how dare you! I-" he coughed, "I th-thought we were friends!"

"YOUNG MAN JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The manager had somehow appeared in between the time that I had arrived and when Mark collapsed onto the ground. Mark quickly got off the ground and dusted himself off. "Nothing sir, totally just serving this totally normal customer nothing suspicious at all-"

"Totally just serving a totally normal customer, you say?" The manager interjected, finally turning in my direction. I waved. "Oh," the manager sighed, "It's you."

"I promise I won't burn down the bathroom again."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Good. If I had half a mind I would throw you out. But, since you seem to be the only customer I guess I can't really do that."

"Yeees?" He nodded at me and left. Mark and I stood there in awkward silence. Finally Mark glanced over to me and said, "I'm surprised he didn't throw you out. Happened last time when a dude flipped over some tables, and mind you they were the only customer as well."

"Well I grow on ya, ya know?"

"Stop with that accent. PLEASE. I don't even know what that is. Irish? Scottish? British? Swedish? It could be a Martian for all I know."

"Naw." He sharply inhaled before saying, "If you keep it up, you get no tea." I gasped. "Ya wouldn'!" Smirking, he replied. "Yes, yes I would."

"Nooooooo. Fine. You win. One chamomile mint green tea with a peppermint straw please."

"There we go." He went back to fix my tea and I relaxed onto a chair while I waited. Turning on my headset, I saw two messages from Micah. Both were about where I was. I let out a small mutter. Of course. I forgot to turn on location tracking, and Micah was probably waiting for me at the library to study. I messaged him back, saying that I was getting tea, but it was taking longer than expected. Mark came back out, holding the cup. Bowing, he delivered it to me "For you, M'lady."

"Interestingly sacrilegious accent you have there." I smiled. Paying for the tea, I threw a pink stick-on mustache at him. "I expect to see that on next time I come!"

"WHAT?!" he screeched, "Wait- why do you just randomly have this with you?" I put my fingers to my lips. "Shh... it's a secret." Without another word, I left the shop, heading towards my bike. "Alright," I said, mounting, "Time to study." 

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