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It was a rainy day, the puddles and the traffic did not help in making everyone positive. They were all busy still, but most of them are drenched in rain just like Thomas as he ran to his shift with an umbrella in hand.
"Good morning!" Thomas happily greeted Brenda who was in charge of opening the café.
"Careful, our boy's not in a good mood." She whispered to Thomas, pointing at their boss who had a beautiful face but was battling his demons early in the morning.
Eyes furrowed with the list of mismatched orders of their supplies. It was clearly not their fault but it just made Newt even more irritable.
”Call them, tell them were sending this back.” He said to Thomas, sliding the slip to him.
“I just arrived.” Thomas replied, with his backpack sliding from his shoulders.
“And?”
He earned a sharp stare from his boss and that was enough for him to scramble to the telephone and punch the numbers in.
Brenda was busy entertaining their customers and Thomas was tasked to make drinks. Their boss was also there, at the corner of the café having an argument with someone on the phone.
“I'm just glad that wasn't us.” Brenda told Thomas while he was brewing the coffee grounds.
They eyed the tall blonde, he was almost shouting at the phone. Eyebrows raised and one could say that they wouldn't want a fight with him. There was something about their boss being that strict and harsh that always made Thomas look at him. It could be his blonde hair, effortlessly falling at his face even if he was always mad. Being unapproachable was his default setting. Though, in very rare times he had seen him smile it was a different person. But that was extremely rare. Thomas could count it in one hand and they're all from being pleased by the terms set by his business partners.
Newt had been their age but compared to Brenda and Thomas, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He wasn't one to rub it in their faces but when you look at him. His shirt, his watch, even how he smells. (How did we know this? Ask Thomas.) It was sure that they were steps behind his lifestyle. But he was a workaholic, this café is just one of the many businesses he was trying to improve. It was like everyday their boss was trying to prove himself but they didn't know whom to.
“One day he's going to combust.” Minho their manager arrived. He was the only one that knew Newt personally. They had been friends since middle school.
“Hopefully not at us.” Thomas muttered and Brenda held up her fingers crossed.
“One day I'll set him up for a date.” Minho sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Sign Thomas up.” Brenda said in a smaller voice that only Thomas could hear.
He shot Brenda a threatening look but that only made Brenda laugh.
“Shut up.”
“I'll get supplies from the bakery. You can handle it from here.” Newt was at the counter, handing the keys to Minho.
“Thomas. Don't forget to close the faucet when you're done using it." He said as he turned his back, making his way to the door.
“God, he's such an asshole. That was one time. One time I left it.” Thomas complained.
“He's not the type to forget.” Minho stated as he tried to stifle a laugh.
“Especially when it's Tommy.” Brenda emphasized the nickname and tilted her head towards Minho.
Minho and Brenda's eyes met, and they sure knew a secret they couldn't say upfront.