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Warnings: random wierdness... we are between plots right now...
Place: inside the café.
Words: 200 excluding the headline…
Calm.
Inside the kitchen was everything panicky. Last minute checks that should've been made long ago were made in the same time apologizes were said.
Counter-apologizes were given, resulting in statements that the fault laid on the first part. The second part disagreed, making the circle to turn again.
It became almost a hushed competition about who could remove the blame from the other. Hushed, so the customers that ate in the café-area wouldn't hear anything.
The aliens with company tried somewhat in vain to explain that the strangers hadn't heard anything:
"I can't believe I screamed in public…"
"You didn't."
"Yes! I did! My parents taught me better manners than that!"
"They didn't hear you…" A tired voice.
Confusion; "My parents?"
A sigh.
"No, the customers…"
"But….Aaahh!" Quick steps faded as the speaker walked away.
Moments ticked by.
Cookies were made.
"We need more coffee."
"Here's a fresh can."
"Thanks."
The boys got their, now very late, breakfast.
"Mmmmpf." Tart munched happily on his fourth sandwich. "I'd almost forgotten I was hungry." Soft laughter.
They ones not working joined in both in the laughter and the food.
The workers listened smiling to the sounds that rang out to the café.
DD: I'm having exams right now, so you must forgive me for the slow update... Okay, we are able to go back to the fluff again, but first/next an angst-chapter again... I know I'm not good on angst, but I keep trying... someday I have to succeed…