"Nigga, this shit is so legit. Imma gonna bring all mah hommies here for breakfast yea." Dot Pixis, probly.
Welcome to the Walnut Cafe.
I'm the owner of this establishment, Mikasa Ackerman; your everyday although extremely pretty barista behind the counter. The boy in the penguin suit, the one who's diligent doing his best yet still dealing ungracefully with the small tasks I just gave him, is something like a little brother to me. His name is Eren.
There's also another employee working here, but it's merely an old coot obsessed with polishing dishes, toilets and Eren's dong and tushie. Everyone call him Levi, but I like to call him Stiffie-face.
"Hmm…damn, I forgot to return this dishcloth to the kitchen."
One quick peek to the door in case customers decided to bash in and…! Nope, money will still be avoiding us for quite a while it seems. On my way to the kitchen, I decided to make some noise to childish rebel against the emptiness of the room, stepping rhythmically with my boots on the tables of the floor, almost going along with the great song of the Penguin Café Orchestra that an old CD player connected to a couple of amplifiers hanging in the roof was playing.
I knocked the door of the kitchen 3 times before entering and yelled: "Pants on you two! I'm coming in!"
"Could you PLEASE cut it out? It was just ONE time and we learned our lesson after you gave us those pay-cuts."
"Whatever. What are you doing anyway?"
"Playing UNO. I mean, c'mon Mikasa: What else can we do?"
"Oh, I dunno… Work, maybe? Eren, how many times should I tell you…?"
"….blah blah blah blah take responsibilities more seriously, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."
"And yet you are here, wasting time..."
"Look Snow White, It's kinda hard to work if we don't have clients to attend, now ain't it?"
"Yeah, what Levi said." I looked to my right and saw two guys dressed in white holding some UNO cards next to the others.
"The hell are you?"
"Gah…! W-we are in charge of the kitchen here! Jean and Marco? Pastry chef and assistant? "
"Have any of you been hiring people at my back?" I asked to Eren and Levi.
"You serious? It was YOU the one who hired them. Don't you remember?" said Stiffie-face.
"No, not really." However, I've got to admit that it's a relief to finally know from where did all those pastry sweets in the dispenser kept coming. Ghosts, even the ones who can cook, are usually bad for the business.
I kept watching those four ranting over nothing for a while. We sure do have fun in here, even in days like this.
"However, if clients don't come here soon…"
Eren's phone rang and silenced both my mumbles and their rant in an instant.
"-Hi? Armin! S'up man? Huh…? No, we are not closed today. Why do you ask?"
5 seconds later, Eren put his phone down for a moment and looked straight (Pffft…!) at me.
"Armin says that the sign on the doors says *Closed*… Mikasa?"
I think it was a wise man the one who said: "Facing your mistakes is a brave thing to do… but man, you better think in running the hell away when your mistake take the shape of a murderous four headed dragon."
To be continued…