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Tweek was incredibly bored.
At this point, the cafe Tweek worked at should just close 6 hours earlier than usual since no one even came in but he still needed to earn money for the summer. But store policy was that the cafe closes at 10 P.M. so to Tweek's dismay, he had two more hours to kill.
Despite having a lot of freedom, Tweek felt uneasy with the number of things to do—which was nothing. He was used to doing things, be it talking to himself, playing games, reading, doing homework, doing his friends' homework for fun, doing other people's homework for fun. God, he felt like a nerd enjoying answering homework.
Tweek sighed as he cleaned around the cafe for the fourth time this day.
As he wiped the tables down, an idea hit him like a brick. He was going to bake cakes to kill time.
The cafe he worked at had a tiny variety of cake choices and it seemed like the manager wouldn't even care if Tweek slipped in some cake ideas as a part of the menu. Back in Tweek's home, he and his mother would bake cakes for their family's coffee shop. Tweek was very fond of baking as he interpreted it as a way of making food for someone you love, just like the way his mother would bake whenever his father stressed about things. Tweek always watched how his mother baked with love.
"Being in love seems fun."
Tweek shook his head before finally working on cakes; he was fortunate enough to have inherited his parents' baking skills.
The blonde worker didn't even realize that he had made three whole cakes and two batches of sliced Red Velvet cakes that could last the cafe for an entire week. Feeling proud of himself, Tweek smiled and patted himself on the back. He checked the time and grinned in victory as the clock striked 10 P.M. Tweek texted his manager about the cakes and to his surprise, his manager seemed more interested than usual. She told Tweek that once she stops by, she'll make sure to give Tweek a raise since he was literally the only active employee of the cafe in town. He might've cleaned up a little too enthusiastically upon hearing about his pay raise.
After checking out from the staff room, he squeaked as he heard the shop door open to a dark-haired, tall man, wearing a chullo and stoic expression planted on his face.
"Oh, uh—" the man stated before getting cut off by Tweek.
"H-Hi, um, we're about to close—"
"Do you have pizzas here?"
Tweek had to hold a smile in. "No, sir, we don't have pizzas here."
"Shit, really?" the taller man looked at Tweek with furrowed brows, "What about mozzarella sticks?"
The blonde barista let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head.
"Fuc—okay, look. My sister sent me here because she said the food here was amazing but I don't even know what that little monster eats..."
"O-Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
Tweek gave a sheepish grin as he slowly pointed at the menu screen above the counter. The man's eyes followed the direction of Tweek's hands and let out a groan as soon as he realized that this was a cafe with little amount of sweets and drinks and not a pizza place. The raven-haired man blinked and sighed before explaining.
"I don't usually buy shit for my sister but she said she was locking me out of her apartment if I don't buy her food and the closest food place was this and—"
"No, no, it's alright! um, I think your sister would like a cake!"
"Sure, yeah, one cake please."
"S-Sir? what kind of cake do you think she'd like?"
"...Whatever's good."
Tweek, once again, offered a polite smile at the man. It was getting hard not to laugh at the adorable man in front of him; he looked like a confused puppy. "I don't think your sister would like 'whatever's good' y'know? she might not let you in if you give her a boring cake," Tweek said teasingly.
"Okay, Gordon Ramsey, what cake do you recommend?"
This time Tweek couldn't hold his laugh in. "Okay, okay, alright, spaceman." The taller man smirked at the nickname. "I think your sister would like a strawberry shortcake since... Who wouldn't want a shortcake on late Tuesday night? hm, but I do think a blueberry cheesecake would be great at this hour too!" Tweek said way too enthusiastically. "Oh, oh, I did make slices of Red Velvet, b-but what if she doesn't like it—is she into healthier stuff? I could make her a carrot cake right no—shit, Jesus, 'm sorry, I was rambling..."
"Hey, no, it's alright," the ebony-haired man assured, "I'll just get a strawberry shortcake since she probably doesn't have the patience to wait for anything else."
"O-Okay! alright! s-sorry again for rambling earlier, I just want the customers to have a solid choice on what they want to order, or else It'll feel like I'm scamming them or something!"
Hearing this made the taller softly smile at the blonde's caring attitude. "Huh. Aren't you nice?"
"Being nice is... nice," The blonde reciprocated the soft smile.
The silence soon took over yet it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable silence between two complete strangers.
But Tweek had to interrupt as he also stopped packaging the cake. "Hey, um, what's your name?"
"Shouldn't you have asked that earlier?" the other asked with a smirk.
"Just give me your name, man. I have to write it down on the box."
"Craig."
"Alright. Thank you, sir Craig."
"What's yours?"
"Oh... it's T-Tweek."
"Tweek?" Craig asked incredulously. "You serious right now?"
"Yup." The smaller man nodded. "Tweek Tweak at your service!" Tweek added as he mimicked a soldier's salute.
Craig was suddenly feeling fuzzy.
"What about your sister's name?"
"Tricia."
"Alrig—"
"But put Patricia on the letter; it'll piss her off."
Tweek laughed at this. "You really want her to lock you out, don't you?"
"Not with that cake you're preparing," Craig laughed back.
Tweek finished packing the cake with a letter on top saying: Hi Patricia! Craig got you one of the specials because he said you liked eating here. Your brother is a very clueless person but he sure is persistent. Don't lock him out or else you won't get to taste this mouth-watering treasure baked by yours truly :) I wish to give you a free muffin (of your choice) the next time you come here... so enjoy this gift card! Thank you for sending your brother here and think of this as a peace offering hehe. Enjoy! -Tweek.
"Here you go, sir Craig."
Craig raised an eyebrow but an interested yet mischievous grin was plastered on his face. "A peace offering, huh?"
"We wouldn't want to piss her off now, would we?" Tweek retorted.
"Guess not."
"Oh! wait for, like, 5 minutes, I'll whip up drinks real quick!"
"No, it's okay—"
"Nope! I insist."
"I'm making you work so much—"
"It's fine! I swear! I honestly don't even move around or work much since no one comes here. Just sit your butt down and wait, okay?"
"You sure?"
"Dude, I gave your sister a free gift card which a lot of people pay for." The blonde smiled as he swiftly worked on the drinks. "I can literally charge you $2 for this because I'm just that bored."
Craig sighed but didn't fight back. "I trust your judgment, Gordon Ramsey."
"That's Tweek Ramsey for you, spaceman."
"Where'd you get that nickname?" He asked with a smirk. Craig didn't mind being called "spaceman" by Tweek.
"You're wearing a NASA shirt," The smaller man pointed out before continuing, "And your socks are cute little astronauts floating in Neptune or something."
"Uranus."
"W-What?"
"Ur-uh-nus," Craig enunciated with a nod.
"Oh... I thought it was pronounced, like, Ur-anus."
"What's wrong with my anus?"
"N-No, dude!" Craig joined Tweek's laughter.
"Whatever, nerd. Here are your drinks." Tweek handed out the free drinks to Craig. "This one's just a simple chocolate milkshake because... It's all I can think of making right now; this one's yours, a hot cocoa."
"Fuckin' sweet." Craig said, mocking a sweet voice though his nasally voice wasn't helping. "Thank you, dear Tweek."
Tweek replied with the same enthusiasm. "T'was my pleasure, sir Craig."
Craig looked down on Tweek and smiled. Mind you, Craig never smiled at strangers or workers or anyone that isn't even remotely close to him, but somehow, he just felt like smiling at the hard worker in front of him. And in return, Craig also received a smile from Tweek as well.
"Shit—okay—one last thing," The taller man asked before leaving.
"Yeah?"
"Can I get a glazed donut?"
"Coming right up!" The blonde grabbed a single piece of glazed donuts from the glass display filled with different varieties of sweets.
As soon as Tweek bagged the donut, Craig placed the money before flashing a small smile at Tweek and walked for the door.
"C-Craig, you left your donut here!"
"That's yours."
"Oh... Thank you."
"See you around, Tweek," Craig said softly as he finally walked out of the cafe with cake and free drinks in hand.
Satisfied—knowing he left his number written on a small note near the money he paid for Tweek's donut—Craig pulled out his phone and texted his sister.
Stupid butthole: Tricia. to be honest idc if u lock me out. I just had the happiest experience of my life.
patricia: ok tf? y da hell r u taking so gd long dude
patricia: oh and dont worry im locking u out for sure <3 asshole.
With another satisfied grin on Craig's face, he received a text from an unknown number.
Unknown Number: HI CRAIG. its tweek:]
Unknown Number: did she lock you out?????
Craig: Sorry man. I think you got the wrong number. idk what youre talking about.
Unknown Number: RUDE >:(
Craig: lol sorry
Craig smiled once more before sending a life-threatening message.
"Do you wanna go out sometime?"