~ 𝔪 𝔬 𝔬 𝔡 ~

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Tying on the apron on the costume, I set off to the cashier stand and saw a person standing in line. Before turning around to give a perfect smile and greet the customer, I inaudibly sighed and take their order.

"Hello, welcome to Strawberry Café. What can I do for you?", I smiled.

"A Cheesecake Crumble and a Caramel Latte. I'm eating here", the woman smiled back and was going to a booth after paying. 

Soft music is playing through the speakers and the smell of candy, cake and coffee filled the air. I hummed along with the song, while making the Caramel Latte for the woman and putting a piece of cake on a plate. Putting everything on a tray, I walked towards the table and went back to the cashier stand. As soon as I went back I was faced with my co-workers and best friends Scout Hagiwara and Atlas Sai.

Scot's a cute and bubbly person and has been my good friend since middle school. I never knew her until seventh grade, when we had a festival she played the drums on stage and looked so cool. I was just helping people with directions out while she was up there and played with confidence. I admired her and went without knowing straight up to her and befriended her. Scout is coming from a talented household. Her mum is in a well-known little band called Psycho Tsunami and plays the bass, while her dad is a violin fanatic. Total opposites – I know – but Scout's parents are super nice and open. Her dad, Aki Hagiwara,  is Japanese and American, her mum, Faiza Raja, a full Malaysian. 

Atlas on the other hand is rather a quiet person. It was early Spring, not long after I had met Scout. I met Atlas at the skate shop I often go to, while I roamed around the store I heard shouting from the staff room. As the curious human being I am, I eavesdropped on their conversation... or rather the shouting from the supposed manager. He said that Atlas was being lazy and not doing his work properly. Atlas was just mumbling 'Sorry's and soon was fired from his job and because I am nice (ugh complimenting myself kinda sucks) I went after him and saw a person crouching, hands covering his face. I told him that I accidentally overheard the conversation and offered him the place where I work, since we were short on staff. He just agreed. And surprisingly we both shared the same interests. Atlas was a normal blond boy with brown eyes and a skinny body (and i have to admit that Atlas was indeed hot). He has quite a talent for the Keyboard and is our producer and songwriter (what a talented boy, I know). So ever since I introduced Atlas to Scout we became best buddies.

Scout is still into drumming and is a pro in it. Though I on the other hand is still struggling on how to play the e-guitar and I am currently doing my best to achieve this and be a pro. The main reason for me doing this is because we all like music and have thing with it. Our band name is Minor Murders. A fantastic band name we all decided on. We got inspired by our amazing fashion styles and personalities, cuz you know awesome can't be spelled without the 'we'. Okay, okay. I'm kinda bragging on how cool our name is, but I'm just being honest. 

"Hey, hey, idiot.", Scout snapped her fingers in front of my face, trying to get me out of my daze. She successfully managed to snap me out of my daydream and I faced her. A cute and round face, with chubby cheeks. Blush and fake freckles were scattered on her cheeks on the bridge of her nose. "What are you thinking about?"

I brushed my hair out of my face and looked at her again "Oh, nothing. What do you want?"

"I said, that if you want to, you and Atlas can come over at my place and sleep over. Mom is having a show today and it's going to be live on YouTube.", the brunette said and I only hummed in response "Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Saturday, anyway. Imma just tell mom. Prolly'll say yes."

The little jingle of the door bell was ringing through the café, a customer came in. A slender boy with disheveled dyed hair in black and neon green entered the little shop. He was wearing worn-out black Converse Highs, which were painted with red snakes, matched with a pair of vans ankle socks and loose shorts, his shirt was black with some letterings and topped with a black and white flannel. His face was mostly covered with his hair, but you could see his piercing eyes, around it painted with black eyeliner. I scanned him a little longer before I realised that I was staring too much.

'What the fuck, Moon. Concentrate and focus.' I quickly shook the thought of it away and smiled at him and asked the same question I ask every costumer. He softly looked up and ordered three Iced Americanos and a Cotton Candy Frappuccino for take-away. I nodded and Scout and I mixed the beverages. He stood at the very end of the counter after he payed, looking at his phone while waiting for his order.

As we mixed the drinks and brewed the coffee, I gave a look at Scout "What?", she whispers "You like him?" She gestures with an unnoticeable nod. 

"Mhm, totally my type.", Scout gave me the 'Go-And-Ask-For-His-Number-Or-Something'- look. I abruptly shook my head and I turned away, going over the coffee machine and emptied the already used coffee. I looked out the window and saw three guys huddled up in front our shop. 'Prolly his friends.' When I turned around I didn't see Scout where she was supposed to be. I looked round and saw a glimpse of black and white fabric. I jerked my head in the direction and saw her talking to the group of boys. Her small figure standing in front of them in her maid outfit, smiling and laughing. I internally faced-palmed myself and sighed, as I packed the drinks and handed him his order. I gave him a warm smile and headed the same way after him to fetch my friend. 

"'Scuse me, but work is calling.", I muttered to them and dragged her into the shop. We were standing at the cashier desk again. I took one last glance outside to make sure they left and turned around.

"Scout! What the freaking heck was that?!", I whisper-shouted at her, but all she did was waving a piece of paper in front of me with something scribbled on it. Soon I realised what she did and sighed heavily "You bitch. I told you not to. Oh my fucking god, Scout!"

She only stuck her tongue out and presses the piece of paper inside my hand. I could only roll my eyes and chuckle in defeat. Both of us then went back to work.

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