Disclaimer: I don't own Pushing Daisies.
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Alfredo Aldarsio had been sitting at a table in the Pie Hole for five minutes, and forty-two point double oh six seconds, when his waitress asked him…
"What was it you wanted?"
And Alfredo turned to the women he had loved for the last six years and his heart filled with pleasure at the sound of her voice.
"One macchiato, please."
He smiled and in his head imagined the joyful reunion, when Olive Snook realised who he was and that after six long years he had returned. Blinded and still haunted by the thoughts that any second the air would thin and all of the atmosphere would be sucked away, he could not see his love and he doubted that she had yet noticed him…
"The expresso machine's broken. It just sits there being pretty. It doesn't actually do anything," she yelled over her shoulder at the girl with dark hair, who had been staring soulfully into an apple pie.
As Alfredo heard her footsteps move away, he felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs. Immediately he doubled up and began a violent coughing fit. Chuck rushed to his aid.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Ease up." He felt his glasses being pushed into his hands. But after a second he felt another presence push past her.
"There you go." It was Olive's voice, and her warm hands pressed a coffee into his. "You came back."
"I'm just sorry it took me so long," he said sincerely, sipping the coffee. He gagged, spluttering, "Sugar."
Olive scooped several spoons into his cup as Alfredo reached out to add anti-depressants, asking,
"So how are you?"
Olive considered this. Ned had decided to bond with his half brothers by running off to tour Scandinavia with them, abandoning her with Chuck, with whom she had recently had a rather large argument to do with "you have been lusting over my boyfriend for six years". Truth to be told, Olive was lonely. Ned and Mini-Eyebrow-Neds were away; Lily and Vivian had gone travelling as result of the recent opening of a pharmaceutical company selling anti-depressants…
"Are you here coz of Phiry Philips Pharmaceutical's?"
"As any non-traditional remedy salesman knows; resistance to the novel and the unconventional is marbled through this country like gristle. If I'm not cutting that gristle, I'm not doing my job." He smiled. "And Phiry Philips Pharmaceutical's is a large part of that gristle. It's spread across the country selling cheap and potentially harmful…"
Chuck pushed back past Olive. "Did you say potentially harmful?"
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