Resetti took another sip of coffee and carried on with his griping.

"I don't like shouting at the kids, I don't! But when I'm relaxing in my chair, watching my show, having a nice time only for it to be RUINED when I'm flung out of the centre at 50 mph because they reset...it gets me ANGRY."

Brewster sighed and continued wiping the mug he was holding. Resetti could go one or two ways - a silent coffee and polite goodbye or an hour of rampant rages. Today it seemed like it would be an hour of yelling. And Resetti had only been here for 15 minutes. Brewster knew. Brewster had been counting.

"But I'm always the bad guy! Not the people resetting and wasting my time and calling me out at unholy hours...ME! It grinds my gears! Rules are for a reason!"

'Yes…" Brewster thought, "Like the rule about keeping voices down to ensure everyone has a pleasant visit…'

"Plus, Don gets to play the good guy. The calm one that everyone likes! I just pop out of the ground and yell at people! But it's my job description! I don't want to do it! I want to be at home watching my car shows and my auction house dramas."

Brewster pretended to listen and threw in the occasional nod. He felt bad as Resetti was a regular customer but sometimes he just wished he'd go away. He was so loud and Brewster always ended up with a headache and an unfamiliar anger whenever Resetti had been ranting and raving. He just brought everything down and projected his irritation into the unlucky barista.

"I just… I just wish people liked me," Resetti said, sadly.

A wave of guilt washed over Brewster. He knew how that felt all too well.

"Coo...when I worked in the city, I felt the same way. Everyone would go for drinks at the end of their shifts and I was never invited. Worse, they planned their activities in front of me at my own cafe...coo. After a while, I realised I didn't want to be friends with people who didn't appreciate how I was."

Resetti listened silently and intently.

"After a while...coo...I met Blathers. And...I found a friend. A true friend who liked me for who I am. Since then, I have never lamented over who liked me and who doesn't, coo."

Resetti downed the rest of his coffee and grinned at Brewster.

"You know what, pal? You're right. I may be loud and lazy and crass but I'm not changing who I am. Anyone who doesn't like it, can lump it!"

Brewster nodded and smiled. He was always glad to help someone who was feeling down. After all, it was a feeling he knew all too well.

"You're a great pal. I'm going to tell everyone what a fantastic listener you are!"

A sudden feeling of horror hit Brewster.

"No...don't do that...that's not true."

"And! I'll tell everyone that you give great advice! From now on, if anyone has any worries they'll come to you!"

'This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me' Brewster thought, horrified.

"No...that's not true...I'm terrible at advice."

Resetti gave one last grin and a wave, before shutting the door. Brewster was left standing behind the counter, dreadful feelings still giving him chills.

"This...is the worst day of my life…" he whispered quietly in his empty cafe, "...Coo."