Minutes had passed and the storm is still not yet over—and it's 12 am now. No one dares to go through the harsh weather, except those who either pretty bold or stupid.

"I was thinking something to do with putting them in a tiny room and lock them in," Apollo murmured while typing out his idea and figuring if this one is good enough. "You know, kinda like that one Teen Titans fanfic. I think it has something to do with cupboard or storage room."

Mercury only tilted his head in confusion and Freya simply rolled her eyes. "Isn't story supposed to be original?"

"I don't think fanfics nowadays have any original plots." Mercury commented.

"I'm talking about story in general. Not fanfics."

"Is your boss okay with this?" Apollo asked to Freya. "It is my idea of course, but borrowing your facilities for customer purpose?"

"Mr. Loki wouldn't allow it," Freya said. "but, as long as you pay for the future damages, I don't think he would mind."

Apollo frowned as he realized that he has not enough money to pay for it. "I wish Athena was here…" he grumbled, before another idea struck him. "well… I don't think your boss would ask me to pay if it's an accident that was not my fault."

"What?"

"I meant, we pretend that we have nothing to do with the 'incident'."

Both Mercury and Freya still looked at Apollo, dumbly.

Apollo sighed. "We lure them to the storage room then lock them before everyone knows."

"Oh."


Nemesis was cleaning up the counter after her conversation with Ares. She had to admit it was indeed nice talking with him. She wondered if she will meet him again someday.

"What was I thinking? He's just being nice to me. It's not like he has any intention of asking me out!" Nemesis thought. "Besides, he's probably has a girlfriend—wait, since when a random guy's personal life become my concern?"

Nemesis was so wrapped out in her own thought, she didn't notice her coworkers were sneaking around behind her, moving dangerous stuff out from the café's storage room.

"Nemesis!" Freya said as she tapped her shoulder to gain her attention. "Could you help me?"

Nemesis turned to her. "What is it?"

"There's a spider on the storage room!"

Nemesis raised her eyebrows at this. "A spider? Really?"

"This one is different! It's big and hairy!" Freya explained, frantically. "Come to think of it, I think it's more like a tarantula."

"Why don't you ask for Mr. Loki's help? Or Mr. Rama?"

Freya pointed toward to where Loki, Rama, and Neith were currently so focused on their paperwork, they didn't notice anything at all.

"Ugh… fine…" Nemesis groaned.

At the same time, Apollo is literally leaping out to the seat in front of Ares. "Ares! Ares!"

"What is it, Sunny Boy?" Ares grunted. "I thought you were doing your silly story."

Apollo pointed toward the open door leading to the storage room. "There's a huge spider in there that could knock off a guy!"

Ares looked indifferent. "Really? A spider?"

"Yeah! Interestingly, it's the size of a man! And I just witnessed one of the employee got webbed by it! We should totally check it out!"

"Man-sized spider? Alright, I'll see to it. It's probably some random guy dressed as Spider-man." Ares shrugged and clearly annoyed with Apollo's clear enthusiasm.


"I don't see any tarantula," Nemesis stated. "You're probably imagining it."

"I really did see it!" Freya said. "Check carefully! It's probably between the boxes." As she soon as she said that, she slowly backed away to the open door. She turned and see Apollo, currently leading Ares into the storage room.

"Come on, Ares!" Apollo exclaimed. "I think the spider got your girlfriend!"

"Aphrodite and I already broke up, you idiot!" Ares snapped, but he did enter the storage room. "I didn't see any spider— "

The door immediately closed, locking both Ares and Nemesis inside the storage room, all by themselves.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! "Ares cursed. "HEY! Open the door!"

"Sorry, bro!" Apollo replied from outside the room. "I think the door was jammed!" When he said that, he pretended to open the door but the door was already locked tight—thanks to Mercury, who was grinning outside Ares's point of view. He then approached Apollo, pretended to be curious.

"Excuse me," Mercury said, acting like an innocent employee. "What's going on here?"

"Oh, hey! My brother got stuck inside the storage room here," Apollo said. "Can you get this door opened?"

Mercury looked into the door's lock, poking it with a random toothpick, and looked back to Apollo. "Sorry, I guess the door's lock is broken."

"WHAT?!" Ares shouted. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S BROKEN?"

Mercury shrugged. "It is an old door. Don't worry, we will fix in the next day. By next day, I mean 24 hours starts now."

Apollo looked astonished at how easy Mercury lies. And the fact that the door could muffled the noises made by Ares inside the storage room. Everyone in the café didn't hear anything coming from the room—except Freya, who was trying her best to hide her giggling with a piece of doughnut.

Ares cursed under his breath as he kicked the door in frustration. As soon as he gets out from this room, he will beat up Apollo into a pulp.

"Kicking it wouldn't make any difference."

"Huh?" Ares turned to see Nemesis, who was sitting on the floor, next to the sacks of coffee beans. "Oh, you've got stuck here as well?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Nemesis replied. "Two of us, stuck in the small room, waiting for the door to be unlocked. To me, that's sounded like a stupid romance story."

"Romance?" Ares raised his eyebrow. "I was thinking more like a tragic comedy."

Nemesis blushed, realizing her slip up. "Yeah, that too."

They heard another sound coming from outside. It was from Loki, who was announcing something to the customers. "It appears the storm is finally over. Thank you for not making any mess in the café. Weaver café will open as usual, at 9 in the morning."

They could hear people murmuring and talking as they walked outside the café and the sound of the light turned off.

"Apollo?" Ares called. "APOLLO?"

No one replies.

"Damn it!" Ares immediately punched the door. As usual, the door didn't budge.


Apollo, walking as quickly as he can, clutching his laptop with him as he makes his way back to house. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. A great idea had formed in the back of his head after he literally locked his brother with the barista and he couldn't wait to put it into his unfinished story.

"I could literally smell the scent of A plus." He murmured. "I guess I will come back the next morning to check on Ares."

When he's finally at home, he found the kitchen room has a lot of scorch marks and Athena looked tired and was holding a wrench, with a busted coffee maker in front of her.

"Athena? What's— "

"Was fixing the coffee maker," Athena replied, tiredly. "So… anything interesting is going on with you?"