One lump or two? 67A
Oct 22, 2019 16:04:05 GMT
Post by FelixSparks on Oct 22, 2019 16:04:05 GMT
MPC Name: Nine to Five
MPC Number: 67 A
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There was something a little stifling about wearing cufflinks. Adam didn't mind the rest of the outfit, but the cufflinks always bothered him. Maybe it was because they were the shop's cufflinks. Simple brass ones with an A emblazoned on them. A more narcissistic person might think the shop would buy the cufflinks just for an employee, but Adam understood and had seen that the shop had a pair of cufflinks with every letter of the English Alphabet on them. That's simply how you did things in a Butler Cafe. Though he might not look it, Adam is the shop's most frequent employee, even at 21. He didn't care about being famous for it like some of the younger gentlemen who got snatched up by the host shops, nor did he decide that he was too good for the job once he made enough money for something he might have his eye on. Instead, he felt a sort of zen when he served others, nodding, smiling, making polite conversation. There was something freeing about turning off his brain, even for a little bit.
"Adam! Order's ready for table four!" The words of the chef behind the curtain drew Adam out from his thoughts, and he nodded, grabbing the tray and walking with practiced, elegant steps to the table, one hand under the tray, one hand tucked into his overcoat. Maid Cafes might have the market on moe cornered, but Adam simply exudes style and grace in his outfit, his hair styled just a bit to seem less chaotic and more maintained. With a soft, kind grin, he places the tray of tea and fresh peanut butter cookies in front of the two high school girls, nodding. "Madams, your tea and biscuits. Would either of you care for sugar?" After a moment, the two girls nod, and he begins to prepare their tea, adding two spoonfuls of sugar to each, and a touch of milk for sweetness. Setting the cups down again, he bows at the waist, his grin a bit wider. "It's always a pleasure to be called on. Please, call me again if you need anything, Madams." He turns on his heel and walks towards the back of the shop, ignoring the gazes cast at him as he goes on his break.
Once in the back alley of the shop, Adam leans against the stone wall, his fancy looking shoes crunching the snow underneath him. It had been nothing more than luck that the shop had an opening when he needed it, and it paid enough to afford him the small apartment he lived in while studying. The woman in charge of the shop had pulled him off the street when he was job hunting and, after testing him rather thoroughly for his ability to serve, given him the job the same day. But he had to turn his brain on now. Last week, she'd made him an offer. Stop studying for the college entry exams, take over the shop, and write his books during work hours, using the interactions he saw in the shop as study material. It was... an enticing offer, especially with the money attached to it. There were a few rooms upstairs, and he'd be living in the largest one if he accepted. He let the snow under his right foot crunch a bit more as he put weight down on it, thinking. She wanted his answer today. Did he really have a reason to say no? A reason beyond his selfish desire to graduate from a high class university? He'd still be able to pursue his writing, make a good amount of money while he was at it, and save up to have his own place. Maybe start a family. Aoi's face flashed across his mind for a moment, but he shook it away. They weren't interested in each other like that, and when he'd talked to her, she'd given her support. There really was no good reason to say no, was there?
He went inside, noting the time. Three PM. Not long left in the workday now, and he'd need his answer in two hours. He already had it. He knew he did. He just didn't know how to word it. Getting out of his own head, he saw that the two high school girls had left. He didn't have any customers now, so it'd just be him and his--
"WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE?!" A loud, boisterous voice came from the doorway, revealing a soaked woman to be the source of it. "Some woman upstairs just dumped water on me!" Adam kinda figured out what had happened. The owner was testing the staff. Again. He looked around, and when no one else spoke up, he did, with the trademark smile.
"I'm terribly sorry madam. Allow us to serve you while your jacket dries." He hurries her into the large armchair next to a roaring fireplace, taking her coat in a swift motion as she's seated. Before she can argue, he looks to two other employees. "Takumi, Sebastian, please attend to her while I prepare tea." He hurries to the back, knowing that he had to do this just right or this woman would throw a fit. While their shop was fairly established, bad publicity was still bad publicity. He shouted orders to the kitchen staff and some of the unoccupied servers, getting everything prepared.
Adam didn't have time to think to himself until long after closing, when he zoned back in. The owner was grinning at him behind the bar as he took his coat off. "You did good work today, Adam. Even dealing with what I threw at you. Think you're ready to take the place over?" Adam grinned, chuckling a bit. She might be a bit out there, but she certainly kept things interesting.
"I think I am. I'm looking forward to getting started." It might not be what he envisioned for himself when he started, but this job was starting to feel like home. Sure others might not like it, or think it's childish, but Adam... Well, he might've found the next thing to focus on.
MPC Number: 67 A
Reward Requested: Posts!
There was something a little stifling about wearing cufflinks. Adam didn't mind the rest of the outfit, but the cufflinks always bothered him. Maybe it was because they were the shop's cufflinks. Simple brass ones with an A emblazoned on them. A more narcissistic person might think the shop would buy the cufflinks just for an employee, but Adam understood and had seen that the shop had a pair of cufflinks with every letter of the English Alphabet on them. That's simply how you did things in a Butler Cafe. Though he might not look it, Adam is the shop's most frequent employee, even at 21. He didn't care about being famous for it like some of the younger gentlemen who got snatched up by the host shops, nor did he decide that he was too good for the job once he made enough money for something he might have his eye on. Instead, he felt a sort of zen when he served others, nodding, smiling, making polite conversation. There was something freeing about turning off his brain, even for a little bit.
"Adam! Order's ready for table four!" The words of the chef behind the curtain drew Adam out from his thoughts, and he nodded, grabbing the tray and walking with practiced, elegant steps to the table, one hand under the tray, one hand tucked into his overcoat. Maid Cafes might have the market on moe cornered, but Adam simply exudes style and grace in his outfit, his hair styled just a bit to seem less chaotic and more maintained. With a soft, kind grin, he places the tray of tea and fresh peanut butter cookies in front of the two high school girls, nodding. "Madams, your tea and biscuits. Would either of you care for sugar?" After a moment, the two girls nod, and he begins to prepare their tea, adding two spoonfuls of sugar to each, and a touch of milk for sweetness. Setting the cups down again, he bows at the waist, his grin a bit wider. "It's always a pleasure to be called on. Please, call me again if you need anything, Madams." He turns on his heel and walks towards the back of the shop, ignoring the gazes cast at him as he goes on his break.
Once in the back alley of the shop, Adam leans against the stone wall, his fancy looking shoes crunching the snow underneath him. It had been nothing more than luck that the shop had an opening when he needed it, and it paid enough to afford him the small apartment he lived in while studying. The woman in charge of the shop had pulled him off the street when he was job hunting and, after testing him rather thoroughly for his ability to serve, given him the job the same day. But he had to turn his brain on now. Last week, she'd made him an offer. Stop studying for the college entry exams, take over the shop, and write his books during work hours, using the interactions he saw in the shop as study material. It was... an enticing offer, especially with the money attached to it. There were a few rooms upstairs, and he'd be living in the largest one if he accepted. He let the snow under his right foot crunch a bit more as he put weight down on it, thinking. She wanted his answer today. Did he really have a reason to say no? A reason beyond his selfish desire to graduate from a high class university? He'd still be able to pursue his writing, make a good amount of money while he was at it, and save up to have his own place. Maybe start a family. Aoi's face flashed across his mind for a moment, but he shook it away. They weren't interested in each other like that, and when he'd talked to her, she'd given her support. There really was no good reason to say no, was there?
He went inside, noting the time. Three PM. Not long left in the workday now, and he'd need his answer in two hours. He already had it. He knew he did. He just didn't know how to word it. Getting out of his own head, he saw that the two high school girls had left. He didn't have any customers now, so it'd just be him and his--
"WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE?!" A loud, boisterous voice came from the doorway, revealing a soaked woman to be the source of it. "Some woman upstairs just dumped water on me!" Adam kinda figured out what had happened. The owner was testing the staff. Again. He looked around, and when no one else spoke up, he did, with the trademark smile.
"I'm terribly sorry madam. Allow us to serve you while your jacket dries." He hurries her into the large armchair next to a roaring fireplace, taking her coat in a swift motion as she's seated. Before she can argue, he looks to two other employees. "Takumi, Sebastian, please attend to her while I prepare tea." He hurries to the back, knowing that he had to do this just right or this woman would throw a fit. While their shop was fairly established, bad publicity was still bad publicity. He shouted orders to the kitchen staff and some of the unoccupied servers, getting everything prepared.
Adam didn't have time to think to himself until long after closing, when he zoned back in. The owner was grinning at him behind the bar as he took his coat off. "You did good work today, Adam. Even dealing with what I threw at you. Think you're ready to take the place over?" Adam grinned, chuckling a bit. She might be a bit out there, but she certainly kept things interesting.
"I think I am. I'm looking forward to getting started." It might not be what he envisioned for himself when he started, but this job was starting to feel like home. Sure others might not like it, or think it's childish, but Adam... Well, he might've found the next thing to focus on.
