It was a slow day at Titi Milk Coffee Bar

Sarah sighed. It was a slow day at the coffee shop she worked at.

The only customer was an old man that just sat at a table and stared at her body whenever she wasn't looking. The old man's name was Carlyle, a man in his early 70s claiming to have been a veteran in Shadow World War Three, a war waged by all the superpowers of the world completely outside of the public eye. He was a regular at this coffee store, mostly just to stare at Sarah and Sophie. It was annoying, but honestly Sarah had gotten used to it by now.

"Ugghhh, this sucks," Sarah groaned aloud, startling the old man.

She turned to Sophie, who was busy fixing the flower in her hair, "Hey Sophie, I'm gonna take five."

"Huh? Oh! Okay!~" Sophie chirped, going back to humming and fixing her hair.

Sarah walked outside, trying to ignore the feeling of Carlyle's eyes fixated at her butt.

Pow! Bang! Boom!

Sarah sat in her car playing on a handheld game console, playing a shooter game where the player uses sci-fi looking weapons to blast zombies and ghosts.

"Wish we could shoot zombies and ghosts in real life," she muttered under her breath. Pleaseville was a comforting place that she had known all her life, but that comfort came with an all-you-can-eat buffet of boredom. New video games, music albums, and movies barely kept her sanity in check.

She looked up to her left as she heard loud rock music blaring from a red car that just pulled into the coffee shop parking lot.

"Shit, a customer?" she cursed, putting her console away and checking her clothes in the mirror before rushing her way back to the store.

As she entered the store she saw Sophie knelt down in front of the old man at the table, moving her hand back and forth. With Sarah's angle it basically looked like Sophie was giving Carlyle a handjob, not the kind of look the store wanted when a new customer was about to come in.

"Sophie! What are you doing?" Sarah asked.

"Oh! Mister Carlyle spilled some coffee on himself and asked me to help him clean it!" Sophie chimed, "He's got arthritis, so it's better for his wrists to take a rest."

Sarah let out a sigh of relief, making her way back to the counter to prepare for the customer. Unfortunately, as she began to walk by Sophie, she realized that the old man actually had his cock out, and Sophie was stroking it vigorously with a towel wrapped around it.

"YOU PERVERTED OLD MAN!" she screamed, making Carlyle jump and run for the door. He didn't even put his dick away as he bumped into the man driving the red car as he was entering.

"Oh for fucks sake," Sarah facepalmed as Sophie went around the new customer to run after Carlyle.

"Wait! You forgot your coffee!" she yelled after him, leaving the store.

Sarah couldn't believe this was not even the craziest thing to happen in this place, let alone in her life. She thought back to that one night she and her friends were being fucked side-by-side by an ancient Cryptid.

"Ahem, you guys open?" the man asked with a heavy Australian accent. He had messy blonde hair, aviator sunglasses, and a cool red jacket. Sarah realized that he was actually quite handsome, and stylish too...

"Ohmigosh! I'm so sorry about all of that. Yes we're open!" she yelped, running behind the counter and praying her voice wouldn't crack under pressure, "What would you like handsom- I mean sir?"

"Just a cup of black coffee will do it for me," he answered, "How much?"

"Oh! Uh, I'm so sorry, but this is a themed coffee shop as you see," Sarah chuckled nervously, "You're probably want the Aomoe Wai Kai?"

"The fuck you just say to me?" the man growled.

"Ah! I don't mean to offend you sir! We just go by very specific drink names... if you want a black coffee, it's going to be the... ao...moe wai kai..." she said, feeling the sweat form on her forehead. Damn this themed shop and its stupid menu!

"Oh shit, are you trying to say 'Midnight Seawater' in Hawaiian?" the man realized, "Haha sounds like you got that from a fuckin' translation app."

"Y-you know Hawaiian?" Sarah's eyes widened. Why was this guy so cool?

"Ah, it's nothin', I just do a bit of traveling here and there," he said nonchalantly, which only made Sarah even more head over heels, "But yeah, just the black coffee please."

"O-of course! Coming... right up!" Sarah chirped, trying to emulate Sophie's energy to the best of her ability. It was so tiring! How does Sophie do this all day? Sarah wondered to herself as she rang him up on the register.

"That'll be three dollars... can I get a name for your order?" Sarah asked.

"Hmm what was it again... ah right! It's Jared," the man replied after thinking for a second, Sarah was at this point enamored at everything he did, so even thinking about his name made him seem cool to her.

He doesn't waste time remembering his name because he's always busy with cool stuff... Sarah thought to herself as she stopped herself from drawing a heart next to his name on the cup.

He fished out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her, "Keep the change miss."

Sarah damn near swooned at that point. Jared could say whatever he wanted and she would happily do so. Suck him off on the spot? Why not!

Sarah went to go make his drink as Sophie returned, huffing and puffing.

"Phew! Finally caught up to him," Sophie smiled.

Sarah looked at Sophie, trying to signal to her via eye signals to keep it cool. She didn't want to look bad in front of this guy.

Sophie, catching none of her signs, began to recount what she just went through, "Mister Carlyle was runnin' for his life! He finally calmed down after a bit and I gave him the coffee, but by that point he was furious!"

Sophie walked over behind the counter and spoke directly to Sarah, "Sarah you know how Carlyle means no harm, he was just genuinely upset about the coffee on his crotch!"

Sarah's face went beet red, she looked over at Jared, who seemed to be reading the newspaper at a table while he waited. She turned to Sophie and made the sign of a hand crossing her neck to signal her to cut it out.

"I didn't bring any paper towels or anything with me, but I had to help out a customer in need, so he just suggested it clean it with my mouth! Carlyle can be quite the problem solver you know," Sophie continued.

"Sophie shut up!" Sarah blurted, completely embarrassed that this cool guy was going to associate Sarah with her gullible cock-sucking friend, "How could you fall for something so stupid!?"

"oh..." Sophie stopped, taken completely aback. The excitement and joy on her face shifted super quickly to a look of surprise and hurt that Sarah felt bad for what she said.

"No Sophie, I don't mean-" Sarah started, but the sound of the coffee machine turning on drowned out her voice, forcing her to wait. But before the machine finished pouring the coffee, Sophie turned and ran outside the store again, tears streaming from her face.

"Shit..." Sarah cursed quietly. She got so caught up being embarrassed that she hurt her friend's feelings.

"One cup of coffee for Jared..." Sarah called out meekly, to which the man looked up from his newspaper and walked up.

"Thank you love," he smiled, took the coffee and left.

Sarah stood at behind the counter. Feeling miserable and foolish. She would have to figure out a way to apologize properly to Sophie.