apologies to accidentally reposting the pete chapter onto the resetti chapter. turns out i can't use the internet

Brewster was stood awkwardly behind the counter, watching his customer. Pelly, said customer, was nervously drinking her coffee and every so often staring at the door and the wall clock. Every so often, she'd catch Brewster's eye by mistake and look away sharply, blushing. It was a very uncomfortable atmosphere throughout the cafe, especially as there was only the two of them.

"Is that clock right?" She asked. Brewster looked up at the clock. He knew full well it was correct. It was set to his watch, which he also knew was exactly correct.

"I'll check," he replied so he'd have an excuse to go into the back room and escape this awkward tension. He wandered into the back and stood about for a bit, counting his stock supplies and cleaning any dust away. After a reasonable amount of time, he walked back out. "The clock is correct."

"Ah, okay," she said, somewhat sadly, "And...erm...what time does Petey- I mean- Pete come in, would you say?"

"Usually about 15 minutes ago...coo," Brewster replied.

Pelly looked down at her coffee. Brewster remembered his conversation with Pete and his thoughts regarding Pelly. He wanted to help her but then he remembered his conversation with Resetti. The last thing he needed was more people wanting to talk to him. Until…he heard a small sniffle. Pelly was sat, trying her hardest not to cry. Brewster scolded himself for his selfishness.

"You were here, hoping to run into Pete, coo?" He asked. Pelly nodded, "You are upset?"

"I asked Phyllis to cover my last hour in exchange for me to come in an hour earlier tomorrow. If he's not here, he's at the post office...talking to her…"

The poor girl looked so sad and...small. Brewster had never had any time for romance and didn't know what it was like to have an unrequited love. But looking at Pelly and her tear stained face, he could imagine how bad it must feel.

"Listen...coo...I don't know much about this...but you deserve better than Pete."

Pelly looked up, shocked.

"No, no, surely not! He's so handsome and funny and I'm … just a boring, plain pelican. A plainican."

"You aren't boring. That plainican joke was...funny…" Brewster lied, "I think you are sweet…and kind. You shouldn't be here pining away for someone who doesn't appreciate you."

Pelly thought for a second.

"Maybe you're right. It's just...he's the only one I want. I don't want to be with anyone else."

"Coo…be that as it may...you don't have to pine around waiting for him. You should be doing things you enjoy and making stories for yourself. You wouldn't be boring then."

Pelly smiled at the barista, who managed somewhat of a tiny smile himself.

"You're so right Brewster. I've been wasting my time pining away like this. I feel so silly now," she enthused, blushing, "Thank you for helping me see that. I'm going to start doing new things instead of sitting around and waiting for Pete to love me back."

Brewster walked to the other side of the counter and plucked a small leaflet from the stand. It was a bright green colour with a picture of popular music star, K.K Slider. The two had a close, albeit surprising bond, since K.K played in Brewster's old cafe, every Saturday, before he made it big. He gave the leaflet to a wide eyed Pelly.

"Here...I believe he is playing tonight. A DJ club night, apparently...coo," he told the pelican who was reading the leaflet intently, "This could be a good start to living your life."

"A night out? To a club? That certainly isn't something I've done before! Would you like to join me?" Brewster shook his head.

"Coo...I am at the cafe for 24 hours. Although, if I was to go, it would be to his acoustic night on a Saturday. I don't care for disco," he replied, somewhat misinformed on what club music and disco music were.

"That is a shame. However, I am looking forward to going solo. To tell you the truth, I bought a lovely dress from the Able Sisters a while go...heavens knows what for. Now, it looks like I'll be able to wear it somewhere!"

Brewster remained silent as Pelly hopped out of her seat, leaflet in hand, and collected her bag and cardigan.

"Thank you for this Brewster. You're a true friend!"

He felt his cheeks burn slightly as she flashed him a beautiful smile and disappeared out into the night. Maybe next Saturday, he would go to see his old friend preform.

Maybe he'd even see Pelly there.

happy valentine's day you old bags