Chapter 4

-CAFÉ DATE TRANSITION-

"It's great that the amusement park manager was kind enough to lend us some clothes." Corey said as he held out the door for Laney.

"The extra uniforms you mean." Laney grinned with half lidded eyes. She looked down at their clothes, black jeans and white polo shirts. Not something I would wear but… stealing a glance at Corey with his towel dried hair and crisp uniform made her feel something at the pits of her stomach.

They took a seat by the window and pulled out the menus. It was packed with all different kind of pastries and colorful drinks. Laney looked at it in awe, so many to choose from. As the teens were excitedly browsing through the list of irresistible chocolate delights, a live band took their place on the stage and started to play.

"Made your decision yet Lanes?" Corey asked.

Laney looked up from the menu and nodded. "Yep, let's call for a –"

"WAITERS!" An almost deafening sound washed through the entire café. The people turned their heads to the source and found the chef by the kitchen doors. He stomped his heavy shoes down the marbled tiles making his way towards a confused Corey and Laney. He gestured towards the kitchen for both of them to follow. It didn't look like they had much of a choice.

"Uh– " Laney managed to squeak before being interrupted by the angry boss.

"What do I pay you for huh? There are tables there waiting to be waited on!" He turned around and bellowed to them.

"Wha-?" Corey looked around to see that the waiters of that café had the exact uniform as the people working in the amusement park's Cave of Love. "That makes sense." He muttered to himself.

"Do your job or else you're both fired!" the chef continued to yell and tossed them two black aprons.

The red head sighed. She had two options in front of her, option one – I could wear the stupid apron and work. Option two, diss the chef and get kicked out. Both didn't look so good. Luckily for her she didn't have to make the decision. The chef glared daggers at the two teens that cowered in fright and immediately tied the apron around their hips. The angry man snorted in approval and walked back to his post making macaroons.

"How did we get caught up in all this?" Laney mumbled to herself as she picked up a small notebook and pen.

"Cheer up Lane's. The café closes at 5 pm, it'll only be 2 hours." Corey winked. Staying positive and making plans is what he does best, and one of the many reasons Laney is head over heels into him.

"I give up. There's just no getting those two together." Kin flailed his hands up in the air. "It's either he is really stupid to see that Laney is crushing hard on him, or he just doesn't want to be with her."

"Or," Kon added. "He doesn't know what the outcome of his hidden feelings will be; scared he just might hurt her, and probably risk losing their friendship all together."

Kin stopped in his tracks abruptly. "What makes you say that?" he asked his twin.

"It's quite obvious." Kon smiled.

"I think I may be losing my mind." Kin brought his hand to his head.

"I'm hungry." His brother said.

"Where do you wanna eat bro?"

"Hmm, there's this new café in town." He suggested. "Wanna try it out?"

Kin beamed. Café's mean tea and coffee, and what usually goes with tea and coffee? Cakes and anything sweet!

"Sure thing Kon. Let's go." Kin patted him on the back.

"Yay!"

"Is it just me, or is this place getting more and more crowded." Laney said glumly.

"It's really becoming a full house." Corey groaned. "I wish there was some easier, faster way to get the orders to the chef, instead of running around."

Laney chuckled bitterly. "That's our job Core. We're paid to run around."

"If only we could 'pick-flick' our way out of it." Corey thought.

"You are good with the pick." Laney grinned at him. "Maybe we should teach our orders to fly."

"Lanes that's it!" Corey exclaimed.

"Wow. Slow down Core. I was just kidding, we can't actually make our orders fly." Laney said defensively. She'd rather not get in trouble with the big mean scary chef.

"Oh can't we Lanes?" the boy arched a brow.

"I wonder what kind of pastries they'll have." Kon said dreamily.

"I wonder what kind of flavors they'll have…" Kin added just as dreamily.

They finally reached the store. It was quite big, for a café, and very full. The doors looked like it was made out of chocolate and the walls were pale yellow like chiffon cake. Their tiles were marbled exquisitely and their furniture looked comfortable. There were couches in booths along the side, and Victorian-looking chairs and tables in the middle. Lastly, the counter on the far end was filled with delicious looking cakes.

"Oh my rock god." Kin awed.

Suddenly a small pink paper plane flew past him and strait to the kitchen which was caught by one of the assistant bakers.

"Paper planes?" Kin looked around. Yes, everywhere dotted around the shop were small pink paper planes flying around.

"Oh look its Corey and Laney!" Kon pointed excitedly. "But they look like they're working. I didn't know they worked here."

"That's because they don't Kon." Kin stated, and proceeded to pull his brother through the crowd.

"This is definitely faster." Laney laughed lightly as she threw her next paper airplane.

"Told you." Corey smiled. The girl blushed coyly. "And it's more fun."

"Corey! Laney!" Kon waved.

"Guys!" Laney looked at them wide eyed. "What brings you two here?"

"Cake." They both answered proudly.

"Sorry bros. But the shop is packed and –" Corey got cut off with a wail in the kitchen.

The four band members dashed towards the double doors and went in. The chef was crying in the corner, and a few of his assistant chef's were handing him paper towels to blow his nose. Laney winced a little at the sight, this was definitely not something she expected.

"What's wrong chef?" Corey asked.

"My waiters, they are not enough. And people are leaving saying my café is not worth their time! I'm going to be ruined! My reputation!" He wailed again and sobbed into his paper towel.

"These two can help." Laney locked arms with both Kin and Kon. "They'll be happy to."

"We are?" the twins looked at her worriedly.

"Yes, you are." She winked. "But, on one condition."

"Oh anything!" the chef jumped up with anticipation. "Just save my shop!"

"We get to have our fill of cakes by the end of the day." Laney said.

"You drive a hard bargain little girl." The chef crossed his arms. "I like it."

The small crowd in the kitchen smiled in relief.

"Now go!" he barked, and threw two more black aprons at Kin and Kon. This was going to be a very long – longest day of the year – day.

A/N: I got the idea of paper planes from seeing my younger siblings play restaurant around the living room. Oh by the way, does anyone know if there will EVER be a season 2?!