TinamoCafé

Let's predict the future, Kim!

Drink for the day: Iced coffee (cf) - malamig na kape pero mas malamig pa 'rin s'ya sa 'yo.

"I'm going to predict the future,"

He smiled.

"Excommunicado."

•••TINAMOCAFÉ•••

It was a cold day. Few customers came by TinamoCafé because of the rain.

Is what I'd like to say but it's too ducking hot and the shop is packed with too much germs, slash Ryen's followers for his unsolicited religion.

Because of too much people, the shop became self-service, wherein customers would order at the counter and wait for their coffee there before finding their seats or vice versa, the four staffs will work together inside the counter to try to make the orders as fast as they can.

And this is the reason why Danilo and Ryen was so opposed to the idea that they're the only ones to work for the shop without hiring workers.

"Fuck, mag-hire na kasi tayo ng ibang tao," Ryen said before clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Sabihin mo 'yan sa dalawang gago na hindi pumayag," Danilo followed, keeping his calm. He's secretly happy at this development. They're at the peak of their business. It's just a matter of time before they make another TC branch somewhere.

Gusto ni Danilo talunin ang SM balang araw.

Day by day, his ambition shoots up and working with spite becomes him.

What a guy!

"Si Reirei 'yung dalawang gago na 'yon," Jorge interjected while brewing coffee.

" 'Ge lang Kim, I will choke you later," did I say all of them were inside the counter? I was wrong, sorry. Reinier was the only one assisting people because that's the only thing he can do. Ryen and Jorge's doing the barista job while Danilo's the cashier.

"Welcome to TinamoCafé sir! What can I do for you?" Danilo asked as politely as he can manage to a guy wearing black suit and tie, has glasses and silky hair. He looks like he just got out of an important meeting.

Seeing the guy made Ryen felt like mas importante pa 'yung meeting na 'yun kesa sa buhay n'ya. He's that rich-looking huh? I'm guessing the Chevy parked outside is his.

"You can make him a Ristretto," before the guy in suit can speak, a chirpy, child-like voice chimed in—scratch that, it really was from a kid, he looks like 15 years old, wearing a gray, blue striped baymax sweater, a penguin keychain dangling in his right arm while carrying a penguin plushie. "And you." The kid pointed to Ryen. "You can help me." He grinned.

Ryen's face went from annoyed to bewildered. He felt like this certain kid is not normal. He tried to keep his reactions intact and friendly as he could manage but the kid's next words made him lose his cool.

"You're right, I'm not normal." The kid laughed with an unusual laugh that for some reason Ryen found it funny, so in response, he laughed too. Darn it.

Ryen Lexus Lewis, laughing at inappropriate moments since 1925.

Danilo cleared his throat. Ryen stopped laughing and pursed his lips. "Whatever you're about to tell me, I won't do it," Ryen started.