"*sigh* G we don't serve alcohol here, plus it's kinda to early for that shit anyway an- put that cigarette out!"
"Can't smoke anywhere these days."
"Oh like you didn't see the sign that says no smoking. Anyway, what do you want?"
"Uhm, Cheesecake, and a coffee with sprinkles and cinnamon. Please"
I giggled as he seemed to have a sweet tooth for a rather bitter pile of bones. I marked down his order on my notepad that was filled with doodles and various other orders.
"Okay, I'll have that out for ya as soon as possible!"
"Thanks doll."
I let out a chipper "mhm!" As I walked towards the pastel kitchen.bot fully registering the little nickname he had just given me, until it was to late for me to confront him about it. Doll? What kind of insult is that, is he calling me plastic or something? I mean he's called me dove but that was to get on my nerves, maybe that's what he's doing now. Actually, I'm sure he gives every girl those little nicknames. Probably has them falling head over heels for him. Nuh uh, not gonna happen.
"Uh, y/n, you're overfilling the carafe"
"Oh! I am, sorry I was lost in thought, thanks Liz!"
"Yep no problem"
I set the water filled carafe down on the counter and took out one of the coffee filters from the bag, opened the coffee grounds pot and filled the filter with it. Placing the now rather heavy white paper cup in the French press followed by pouring the water in the top, pressing brew, and placing the now empty carafe directly beneath the dispenser. While his coffee was being made I went to the glass display case and grabbed a slice of cheesecake for laying it gently on one of our small neatly designed glass plates.
Once finished, I brought the plate along with the coffee cup over to the edgy skeleton. Placing it on the table with care and asking if he needed anything else.
"Sit, chat with me?"
What? He wants to 'chat' with me. I mean why?
"Well I mean, I have other people I should be serving so I-"
"Nope. It's your lunch break. Frisk always talks about you two and what you do on your lunch breaks. Plus, I ask about her schedule."
"Oh. So it is, I didn't realize the time. You pay attention to detail. I like that."
I pulled out a oak chair from the opposite side of the table and plopped into it. Maybe I can get to know him better. If he's a friend of Frisks then I'm sure I'll be seeing more of him anyway. He twirled the fork between his phalanges, staring into the coffee cup, seemingly lost in thought.
"So, you and Frisk are good friends yeah? I'm surprised she never told me about you, and why haven't you ever come by? If you don't mind me asking of course."
I asked trying to break the silence and possibly get to know more about this mysterious monster.
"Yeah, me and Frisk are good friends though we've only known each other for a short while. I ran into her in Viviana's Secret. I was kinda nervous about coming here as it just didn't seem to be my style y'know. Plus, since monsters were just recently released, I didn't want to be starred at like some kind of spectacle."
Viviana's Secret? Why on earth was he in that store. I mean, maybe he has a girlfriend or something? Though I'm sure she'd be pretty disappointed with all his 'flirting'
"I see. But, why were you in Viviana's secret in the first place, I mean, you don't know that's an underwear store. Well, mostly."
"Well, I was actually shopping for my girlfriend. Or ex, girlfriend. She was being bratty, and would demand clothes, accessories, and shit. I don't know why on earth she chose my pocket to pick on. Because I'm not doing so well money wise anyway. But for whatever reason, she wanted to take my money rather than some sugar daddy. So I went to buy her something, I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, and asks this one employee for help. She brought me over to a back section of the store. I thanked her and started my scavenger hunt for her picky ass, until I heard a long crash. I followed the sound and found that who I would soon find out was Frisk had fallen into one of the clothing wracks with the sweaters. I helped her up and the two of us along with some of the staff cleaned up. After that she helped me pick out something for my girlfriend and gave her my number. And that was that."
Well. He's not that bad of a guy. I mean, he covered for me this morning, helped frisk out, and on top of that went out to buy some thing for a shit piece of a person.
Me and G continued to chat, and the more he spoke the more I realized that he wasn't a total ass.
"Welp I should get going now. It was nice talking with you. I'll call ya sometime."
He said standing up leaving and empty plate along with an almost empty coffee mug.
Oh right! He gave me his number after he planted that IOU on me.
