Pete the Postman sat miserably at the counter, resting his head on his wing and holding his coffee on the other. Staring into his coffee, he sighed deeply again, mournfully and despondent. On the other side of the counter, Brewster stood somewhat uncomfortably, watching his sad customer. It was a well known fact that Brewster's hatred lay with people who didn't drink their coffee immediately whilst it was piping hot yet he didn't have the heart to chastise this particular patron today.

Pete sighed yet again and Brewster slowly placed the cup he was polishing down the counter. Giving a somewhat hesitant sigh himself, Brewster stood in front of his customer.

"Coo...is something wrong?"

Pete looked up, surprised the usually silent barista had spoken to him.

"I guess I'm having some lady problems," he replied, looking back down to his coffee. Brewster cast a quick glance to the coffee, slowing going cold on the counter, then quickly averted his eyes.

"Would you...like to talk about it?"

"I mean, sure," Pete answered, still wary about this unexpected situation he had found himself in, "It's about Phyllis. Everytime I think she doesn't like me, she starts throwing me all these signs that she does like me! And then, she goes off me again! She drives me nuts!"

Brewster paused, searching his mind for the right way to respond, to calm his customers nerves. Before he could, Pete began again.

"And then, there's Pelly. You know, sometimes I think I'm arrogant or self-centred but I have a feeling that she has a crush on me!"

Brewster thought about all the times Pelly had spoke dreamily about the postman whilst she was at the coffee shop, every time she'd got flustered when he walked in and how obvious her love for him was.

"Really?" Brewster said, utterly deadpan, "I had no idea."

"Yeah, man. Pelly is a sweet girl, sure, but Phyllis is my dream girl! She's beautiful, she's funny and smart," the postman exclaimed, lovingly.

Brewster paused in thought, "Is Pelly none of these things, coo?"

Pete shrugged.

"I guess so. But, Phyllis is, like, different. She's all sassy and mean. You know, right?"

"Yes," Brewster lied, "I know."

"I get so nervous that Phyllis actually does like me, but feels like she can't be with me because of Pelly! And I get it, the last thing I'd ever want is to ruin a sister relationship but it's so frustrating! I just want to be with Phyllis."

Pete sighed again and looked down at his coffee, picking the handle of the mug up and swirling the contents. He took a quick sip, and despite his concern for his apparent new found friend, Brewster couldn't help but think in frustration of how cold the coffee must be. A few silent minutes passed between the two, penetrated only by the ticking clock and the peaceful music that played constantly on a little stereo. Brewster felt as though he should say something. He wasn't sure what but he knew it had to be the right thing to help Pete whilst also comfort his troubled mind.

"Women, eh? Coo."

Pete chucked, "You got that right, pal. What do you think I should do? Continue trying to woo the girl I love that...probably...doesn't love me back or settle for the girl who adores me?"

Brewster sighed, regretting the entire situation.

"If you continue trying to coo- er, I mean, woo Phyllis, I can only imagine you will end up with hurt feelings when she doesn't reciprocate those feelings…" the wise barista advised.

"So you think I should go for Pelly!" Pete exclaimed. Brewster shield shook his head.

"You don't reciprocate Pelly's feelings. She will end up with her feelings hurt, coo…"

Pete paused.

"So… you're saying, Pelly is the me in this situation. Phyllis doesn't feel the same way about me, the same way I don't want anything to do with Pelly!"

"That seems harsh, but yes."

"You are really smart, Brewster. You should become one of those TV talk show hosts!"

"That is the last thing I would want...coo…"

Pete chuckled and quickly downed the last of his coffee. Brewster took the mug and slyly checked the temperature of the mug. It was ice cold. He sighed, resentfully. Pete got up to leave the cafe, but turned to face his new found friend.

"Thank you, Brewster. I was being selfish. You're a good guy!" He smiled cheerily whilst opening the door. He stuck his head back round before he left, "Expect first-class delivery for all your stock from now on. Premier service! Consider yourself a priority!"

And, with that, the door shut and Brewster was left stood in the empty cafe, the ticking clock and the calm music still playing. With a small smile, he began cleaning the mug. It was nice to feel like a priority for a change.