"Merida, I need four Strawberry frappuccinos, two cheese cakes and a cheese burger!" Jack Frost, a tall slender 17 year old called to one of his three best friends after taking the order of table number three.
It was a mystery to everyone as to why they called it a café, it was more of a small restaurant with a minute number of staff. Still, everyone loved it just the same. It was one of the only five starred lots on the block. The hygiene rating was five stars (and all four of them insist it's because of Rapunzel's obsessed cleanliness), they had five stars for standard of food also.
They had decided on staff placement in early days of the café. They all agreed that Rapunzel would be the best for the waitressing job, what with her long blonde hair a health hazard in the kitchen and her annoyingly lovely persona making the customers love her, it seemed as if the most obvious option. Jack was also nominated for a waiter straight away, they figured with him being strikingly handsome that customers would just melt and give him as many tips as they could afford. Hiccup put himself up for chef, with his love for cooking and shy admiration of watching from the sidelines, he made the decision himself that he would be the best for that particular job. Merida, the loudest of the four, next to Jack, was debatably better at striking a bow than she was at either 3 of those jobs. She did the phone work, made reservations, dealt with cheques and basically did what any manager would do. Although, Jack would complain that they all shared the role of manager equally.
Merida passed on the order to Hiccup after bidding farewell to a couple that had just paid for their food. Merida glanced at Jack as he put a 20 dollar bill in the 'tip' box. She nodded at him as if to say 'good work'. Merida also had the role of pepping up everyone. To the naked eye, Merida looked like the slob of the company who did the bare minimum of the work, but in fact, she probably did the most work. Her math was never perfect by all means, but she couldn't deny that her ability to add up faster than an average human was a skill she cherished with her heart and made her position mandatory to keep the café running.
Rapunzel smiled as she wrote down the order she had received from a chubby lady with a boy who was presumably her son.
"Your order will be here in just a jiffy!" Rapunzel stated gleefully.
She walked over to the checkout to give Merida a sheet of paper with the two meals ordered and gave Merida a smile before going back to work. Rapunzel was the smallest, and after Hiccup, the most fragile of the group. She had many confrontations of people complaining that she was too slow, or that her humming when waiting for the table to make a decision was an annoying habit, and the she dealt with it the only way she knew how- by running away and bursting into tears. There were many times where Merida and Rapunzel had to sit in the back room as Merida tried to calm down her blond haired friend and it usually resulted in people becoming even more impatient with now even less people to cater for them. Jack, always having a soft spot for Rapunzel, and more often than not, acting as if an older brother, or even a jealous boyfriend at times, would be the first one to step in and take charge of the situation.
"Jack!" Merida called Jack and motioned him with a swift movement of her hand. Jack excused himself from the table he was serving to listen to what the redhead wanted to say. "What does this say?" She said, pointing to a word on the sheet she had received from him.
He squinted slightly, having difficulty reading it himself. His eyebrows lifted in realisation. "Spaghetti."
"Ah. Ye need to work on yer handwriting, Frost," Merida remarked for the fifth time that week... And it was only Tuesday.
"Yeah, yeah." Jack mumbled, walking back to the table he was serving.
Jack never had trouble with the ladies. Many women who strode in here would never hesitate on tipping Jack in hopes of getting his attention. He'd smile politely and give them a 'thank you', but none of them got closer than maybe slightly touching his hand when he handed them the cheque. It wasn't that he didn't find any of the girls charming or attractive, he just wasn't much of a dater. He told himself when he found the right girl he'd know it, and so far no one in the café had made his lip quiver at all. Well, apart from one girl. Jack was a slim boy but he definitely was not weak. He had strength trained a lot in high school and it was the main reason he had been chosen for so many sports teams. Although, no matter how strong or how experienced he was when it came to physical education, his heart always lay in the heart of this café. But, regardless of that fact, he never lost his knack of a good punch. He hadn't had to use that particular skill yet, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of it. Most of the time the customers were lovely, and Jack had many customers that found his looks and charm to be quite spectacular and soon became regulars, but every once in a blue moon, a complete douche bag will come in and drown out all the happiness of the café and it would change the whole aura of his most prized possession.
"Hey, Hicc. I've got a few more orders here for ye." Merida chimed to Hiccup, smiling warmly at her favorite lanky friend.
He looked up at her and returned the smile, taking the orders from her strangely manly hands that he couldn't help but find quirkily cute.
"Thanks, Mer."
Hiccup turned to the gas cooker and put in a dish of pasta bake and a separate dish of spaghetti bolognese. He shook the fryer which contained a few portions of chips. Hiccup loved the thrill of owning the kitchen. To most it'd be an unbearably difficult job, but for Hiccup, it was the most enjoyable pleasure that he could ever receive. He loves getting comments from satisfied customers about how his meals were exquisite and they would be back, he was getting appreciated and since no one really saw or knew him, it was never for something in return. Just pure compliments out of the goodness of their heart- and their bellies.
It was just a regular day for the four best friends, little did they know that the next day would be the hardest day they had every experienced, and not because it was black friday, but more like Pitch Black friday.
(That pun tho)