Chapter 2: Chapter 2- coffee anyone
Tommy/Theseus POV:
As the loud blaring sound of my alarm woke me up the next morning, I groggily sat up in my bed and reached over to turn it off. I glanced at the clock and realized it was only 5:00 AM. Surprised at having woken up so early, I stretched my arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the blankets still wrapped around me.
After getting out of bed, I walked over to my closet and began to carefully pick out a set of clothes that not only matched but were comfortable enough to wear for the day. Once I found a suitable outfit, I quickly dressed and headed to the kitchen area of my apartment. The open floor plan of my apartment was still relatively dark, with only a sliver of light sneaking in through the blinds covering the windows.
I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the small table, looking around the apartment as I ate. The bathroom, located off to the side, was the only separate area for privacy. I checked the clock again and noticed it was now 5:30 AM. I finished my breakfast, double-checked my bag to make sure I had everything I needed for work, and left my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me.
As soon as I stepped out of the building, I felt the cool morning air hit my face. The walk to work had always been a calming experience for me, but I was aware of the occasional danger posed by criminals and drunks lurking around. Today, I decided to take a different route to avoid a rumored hero versus villain fight along my usual path. Despite the longer walk, I enjoyed the fresh air and the peacefulness of the morning.
Eventually, I arrived at my workplace, a charming little cafe, at 6:30 AM, 30 minutes before my shift was scheduled to start. I used my key to unlock the door and was greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries. I began preparing the cafe for the day's customers, carefully arranging the chairs and tables, and setting up the counter.
As soon as the clock struck the 7:00 AM mark, I unlocked the doors and welcomed the first customers of the day inside. I stood behind the counter, ready to serve them with a smile while savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft tunes of the background music. Soon the customers started to come inside the cafe. So I went through my routine of asking what they wanted to order with a smile.
The cafe was quiet, with a soft jazz tune playing in the background. I was lost in thought when suddenly, a group of three young men entered. They had contrasting looks and a unique sense of style that immediately caught my eye.
The tallest one was the most striking, with his long, bright pink hair and a pair of deep red eyes that seemed to reflect the warmth of the sun. He was wearing a black jacket and had a confident, almost regal demeanor. The second tallest was slightly less imposing, with short, curly brown hair that framed his handsome face. He had a friendly smile that made him instantly likable. The third member of the group was the shortest, with shoulder-length blonde hair that fell gracefully on his shoulders. His clear blue eyes sparkled with a wise energy that was hard to miss.
After scanning the menu screen for a few moments, the tallest and the shortest exchanged a few words before the brown-haired guy walked up to the counter. "Hello, welcome to Devil's Cat Cafe, what can I get for you?" I greeted him with my usual customer service voice, and he couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark about it and said "Oh no the most terrifying thing ever the customer service voice." I shot him a death glare, and he quickly realized his mistake.
Wilber/Siren POV:
As I sat in a state of deep reflection, my thoughts turned to my earlier sarcastic comment, and I began to feel regret. The weight of my words seemed too heavy, and I was consumed by a sense of unease. Suddenly, the sound of a young boy's laughter broke through my contemplation. His laughter was like a balm to my soul, and I couldn't help but join in. As he settled into a state of mild giggles, he looked up at me with a mischievous grin and spoke in a playful tone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Your comment was just so entertaining, it made my morning. Thank you for that, bald bitch." Although one might assume that his words were hurtful, the boy's twinkling eyes and playful demeanor revealed that he meant no harm.
Feeling more at ease, I decided to place my order with the young boy. "I would like two large green teas, one with sugar, and a large black coffee with five shots of Espresso," I said. Without missing a beat, the boy replied, "Two cups of heaven, one with sugar, and one heart attack in a glass coming right up. And what name should I put on the order?" I could hear the laughter of Dad and Techno in the background, adding to the jovial atmosphere.
Glancing at his name tag, I said, "Wilbur is the name for the order, Tommy." Tommy then informed me of the total cost of $16.59 and asked about the origin of my name. "Alright, Wilbur, your total is gonna be $16.59. Also, what's up with the name Wilbur? Such a weird name," he said. As I began to rummage through my wallet, I handed him double the amount needed to see if he would keep the extra change. To my surprise, he counted out the money and returned all the extra change down to the last penny.
Leaving the counter, I found myself caught up in a moment of pure joy, thanks to the young boy's infectious laughter. It was a sound that was impossible to ignore, ringing out like a symphony of happiness and bringing a smile to my lips. I walked over to where Techno and Dad were, my heart lit, and my mood lifted. "You know, it's funny," I said, my voice filled with wonder. "Out of all the assistant candidates we've seen so far, there's one that captured my attention. There's just something about them that's so different and fascinating."
techno/Blade POV:
As the atmosphere lightened up with the kid's amusing comments, I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. But soon, I realized the gravity of the situation at hand and whispered to my companions, "Wil, we need to make sure that we visit all of their workplaces before the interview tomorrow without their knowledge." I stressed the importance of going the extra mile to make an informed decision and added, "Although this place seems to be a pleasant one, we should also pay a visit to the other place where he works during his shift to observe his work ethic and demeanor." Wilbur and Phil both nodded in agreement, acknowledging the significance of thorough evaluation.
As the seconds ticked by, Phil leaned in towards me, his voice hushed. "I need to know where he works after this, as per his files," he whispered urgently. Without missing a beat, I replied in a low voice, "He works at the Starlight Library. It's just a 15-minute drive from here, or a 30-minute walk if you prefer." Wilbur interjected at that moment, his tone curious. "Why did you mention the walking time?" he asked. I let out a small sigh before responding in a hushed voice, "His file indicates that he doesn't own a car, hence the walking time."
Tommy/Theseus POV:
As I was making the order, I found myself humming a catchy tune and started to move to the rhythm of the song to make the task more enjoyable. After completing the two teas, I began preparing the heart attack in a cup, a delicious yet decadent drink. As I finished making it, I couldn't resist the urge to shout out, "Order for Wilbur!" while placing the teas on the pickup counter. Then, I continued to put the finishing touches on the heart attack in a cup placing it down soon after next to the two teas.
Philza/Zephyrus POV:
The coffee shop is bustling with activity, as customers chat and sip on their drinks amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Suddenly, a loud voice breaks through the buzz of conversation, and I see a young boy rush to the counter setting down the drinks. As Wilbur stands up to take his order, my eyes are drawn to the kid, who seems to have a spring in his step. He starts dancing to the rhythm of the music that's playing softly in the background, and I can't help but be mesmerized by his fluid movements. His hands move with grace as he makes the drink, and his feet move in perfect sync with the beat. I'm amazed by his ability to turn a mundane task into a work of art. The energy and enthusiasm he exudes are contagious, and I can see the smiles spreading across the faces of the other customers. Turning to my son Techno, who's equally captivated by the kid's dance, I whisper, "Well that's one way to make work more fun, I guess." Techno turned to me and said in a hushed tone "Indeed it is." That's when Wilbur came back to the table with the three drinks, setting down the plain green tea in front of Techno and the one with sugar in front of me. Then he took the black coffee for himself. After a few seconds, Techno whispered "If he acts like this while working at the cafe I wonder how he works in the Library" me and Wilbur nodded in agreement.
Nobody's POV:
After patiently waiting for 3 hours, the three men finally caught a glimpse of the kid as he switched shifts with a tall person, who had an interesting hairstyle with half-white and half-black hair. They observed the kid as he left the building and started walking toward his next job. After waiting for another 30 minutes, the three men left the cafe and quickly jumped into their car, heading towards the next job location where the kid had to continue his work. The team had to carefully observe how he worked to determine if he was the right fit for the job, just like they had done for many other applicants before him. However, they had to reserve watching him work for another day since he had two jobs a day to make ends meet.
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