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After around 20 minutes after the alarm began doing it's job, Fugo woke up in his small bed, barely big enough for himself, and checked the time on the alarm clock.
- Fuck, Abbacchio is gonna kill me!
Bruno was a softie when it came to small things like being slightly late to work, and Abbacchio took a precaution to be as angry as possible to compensate.
Fugo got up fast, immediately regretted it, it was cold as hell today, and with the plus that he was late, no bath in the morning for him, although he disliked not feeling clean, every second that passed meant a day more of scoldings, courtesy of Leone, and deodorant was the only thing he could use, so he put a shirt and some sweatpants, he didn't need to look good anyway, it was still breakfast hour, almost no one would even be there.
Dodging his misplaced chair and going to the small living room/kitchen, he fed his lovebird, Haize, and he got a great deal considering that purple was an unusual color for the little bird, didn't even take his usual glass of milk today before leaving.
He ran towards "Bucciaratti's", his workplace, it was just across the street anyway, and as he went to open the backroom's door so he could change to his regular confectioner chef clothing, he noticed that...
The door was locked.
And he forgot the keys at home.
Every employee had a key to the backroom, where the lockers were, the only other way to get there was from the inside, and to get there he needed to go through the kitchen, where Abbacchio was, oh crap
As he made his way to the front door, he considered the possibility to ask Bruno for his key, and it was his best bet
He found Bucciaratti greeting a coming costumer, and he saw Fugo, Bruno gave the boy an unspoken lecture on him as he directed the girl to her table, quite a beautiful girl in Pannacotta's opinion, but no time was given to him to appreciate the girl
- Fugo! What did I say about being late! You're lucky that no one ordered something that was out of stock! - Bruno spoke lowly, at the same time trying to keep it private, not really hiding it
- Sorry Bucciaratti... I just couldn't sleep well last night - It wasn't exactly a lie, it's that he did play his videogames a little bit, and when he went to sleep, he just stood there watching the ceiling for 2 hours, it was a miracle that he woke up the time he did
- You better not keep this up, because I can and will make the necessary changes on your salary - Fugo flinched, he was saving money to buy a switch - So, what's the matter? Forgot your key? - Classical Bruno, seeing inside people like they were glass
- Yeah...
- Well I don't have it with me, and even if I had, you'll go through the kitchen - Through Abbacchio He almost said, but He was a firm believer that it was wrong to say bad things behind people's backs
- Really?
- Yes, now remember, you are our only confectioner, don't leave us like that - Bruno now gave a warm smile, he really was a guy that was hard when he needed to, but cared about his friends more then anything, and it really fit his clothes, a fully white suit, with a black tie and golden buttons, he was quite the presence, and looked like an angel
- Ok... It won't happen again, promise
- Better be -He gave Fugo a pat on the back, Bucciaratti was the only was that was "allowed" to touch Fugo like that, nobody knew why, but handshakes and high-fives were the farthest he'd go with everyone else, Abbacchio and Giorno didn't really mind though
- Hey you! Mr. Confectioner! - Fugo turned around to see the same pretty girl that Bruno was guiding, now analysing her in more detail, from what he could see, she was wearing a sports bra, she probably was running beforehand, and bra that didn't hide the size of her huge rack, oh was Fugo a tit guy, he couldn't see anything else, and he wouldn't try to anyway, he wasn't a fucking creep, but her most strong feature was her bright pink hair, it was a little outlandish at first, but the more he saw it, the more familiar he got to it
- Yes?
- Could you help me here, it's gonna be fast I promise
- Ok! - He smiled and walked in her direction, and then his smile and will died once he remembered the semi public humiliation Bruno made him go through, and the fact that he was wearing a white shirt and grey sweatpants with fucking slippers, all of them were clean and spotless, but it still looked bad, so when he got there in three steps, his mood was completely different
- So, I want to try a dessert here, but I want it to be the best you have, so can you point your favorite out to me? - He was standing right beside her at that moment
- My favorite... I fear that our preferences might differ, so if you give me your preferences I can give you the best suited for you
- That's so sweet! - He died inside a little - I want a cake slice right now, and I really like strawberries, and chocolate, vanilla and caramel, I love caramel!
- Hmmm, there is a strawberry and chocolate cake in the works, but it's not yet for sale, and we unfortunaly don't have a caramel related cake, but perhaps, I can create one for next week just for you! - While one side of his mind was racing to see her answer, the other was screaming simp, real fucking loud
She blushed a little and said:
- No prob, what do you have?
- I do have this fresh strawberry cake, it's actually my favorite and fits your tastes!
- Thanks! I'll be getting a slice!
- I'll get Narancia to bring you in a instant - He pointed at the raven boy carrying a ton of dishes, full or dirty - I guess he's busy...
- If you could bring it to me, it would be really nice to your friend - Now it was Fugo's turn to blush, fuck what a cute girl
- In a minute!
He rushed through the kitchen, going inside in the exact moment Abbacchio was distracted screaming at Giorno, again and made his way to the backroom
Opening his locker real fast, he didn't bother changing, just put the chef outfit with it anyway
- In a rush? I know you're late but if you're here this means that Abbacchio didn't notice you yet - It was just Mista, using his usual jacket and the red pants that were an atrocity to fashion itself
- That's not it, I gotta bring a costumer her order
- Narancia exists?...
- He's almost evolving more two arms just to carry all that shit
- Is she hot?
- What does it change? - He said buttoning up his shirt
- Your speed, and apparently she's really hot
- Fuck you - Mista flipped him off jokingly
He rushed out again and got the slice
- FUGO PANNACOTTA COME HERE RIGHT NOW - A low and grave voice came from the counter right behind him, dressed basically the same as Fugo, Abbacchio was done screaming at Giorno, for a while
- Sorry Abbacchio, costumer service comes first! - A smug crawled through Fugo's face, because he knew this was the one thing Leone couldnt argue against
He returned to the main dining hall, bringing it to the girl's table
- Thanks Mr... Vugo?
- Fugo, its Fugo Pannacotta
- Trish, Trish Una, here - She gave him 20 euros, oh crap - As a tip, for your service!
- Thank you Trish! - He faced bravely the kitchen door, knowing the shitshow that would take place in moments