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Till stood at his station, spatula in hand, flipping pancakes for the festival.
His apron was already streaked with batter, his hair tied back in a messy knot.
But the guy leaning against the counter didn’t care about effort. He’s been hovering since Till started his shift.
Everyone knew him as one of the guys who hated anything that didn’t go perfectly.
And for some reason, he especially hated Till.
“Redo, you burned the side. Again.”
Till’s jaw clenched. The pancake wasn’t burned, it was just one edge that was just a little darker.
But this guy had been nitpicking everything for the last twenty minutes.
“It’s undercooked.”
“Overcooked.”
“You used too much batter”
“Too thin. Jesus you can’t do anything right can you?”
Till wanted to choke this man.
But he he swallowed his anger, scraped the pancake off the plate, and tossed it into the trash bin beside the booth.
Like he had done for all the pancakes.
The guy smirked. “That’s right. Garbage belongs in the garbage.”
Till’s fingers tightened around the counter, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept his head down, ignoring the guy as best he could.
That’s when a shadow fell over the trash bin.
Till glanced up, startled to see Ivan standing there, crouched down with an expression of mild curiosity.
Without a word, Ivan reached into the bin and pulled out the still-warm pancake.
Everyone around them stopped, eyes wide, as Ivan casually bit into the pancake like it was nothing.
“It doesn’t seem to be bad”, Ivan said “If anything it’s tasty.”
Till (and everyone present) stood frozen for a moment, watching Ivan with wide eyes.
“Are you—are you seriously eating from the trash?!?” The guy exclaimed.
Ivan chewed slowly, his eyes locked on the guy. “What’s wrong with it?” He swallowed, then shrugged. “It’s just a pancake. You people act like food’s gotta be pristine to be worth eating.”
Before the guy could get another word out, Ivan cut him off
“Oh.” Ivan turned towards the guy before continuing “Also, your girl is getting banged by your friend.”
“WHAT?!?”
The guy’s face drained of color, his eyes wide with disbelief. His mouth opened but no words came out.
Then, without another second of hesitation, he turned and bolted, pushing through the crowd.
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“Well, I’d be a waste not to eat these pancakes,” Ivan said before reaching back into the bin for another one. “Plus, Till made them.” He said smiling wide.
“What the hell are you doing !?!” Till yelled as he tried to stop Ivan from continuing eating the pancakes.
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“(っ˘ڡ˘ς) Yummy.” Ivan said, a playful grin spreading across his face as he took another bite of the pancake.
Till stared at him, completely flabbergasted. “Why the fuck are you making that face.”