This is a fictional story, if you can’t tell. Since it’s below a thousand words, technically it can be considered flash fiction.<\/p>\n
Featuring cameos from:<\/p>\n
Cheese the cat<\/p>\n
Joan<\/p>\n
Charles<\/p>\n
Yi Shu<\/p>\n
Who are actually real and pretty much because I asked who wanted to cameo in this weird fic.<\/p>\n
~~~<\/p>\n
by Seriously Sarah<\/p>\n
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An orange cat was sleeping on one of the tables. Cheese. That was the cat\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name, according to the numerous polaroids pinned on the noticeboard. It was probably a health hazard.<\/p>\n
Joan wrote it down in her notebook.<\/p>\n
She sat in the empty caf\u00c3\u00a9. It was small and cozy with mismatched furniture and unpainted brick walls. There was a tricycle hanging from the ceiling and an entirely too expensive SMEG fridge near the entrance. Inside the fridge, mason jars filled with ice water with the tiniest slice of lemon.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Water\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 self-service,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d muttered Joan to herself as she read the paper sign stuck on it.<\/p>\n
She noted it down in her notebook, stood up from her short wooden stool and headed towards the counter.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Greetings, do you have rainbow cake?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d asked Joan.<\/p>\n
The staff, a young teenage boy, looked worriedly at Joan. She looked over at his badge, pinned on his black t-shirt. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yi Shu, is that how you say your name? I would like a slice of rainbow cake,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d demanded Joan.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes. Y-es m\u00e2\u20ac\u2122am. Miss! I mean, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s how you pronounce it but er, we don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have rainbow cake. May I suggest the pandan chiffon cake?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said hopefully.<\/p>\n
She frowned at him and slid her notebook into her handcrafted purse.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry, that won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said gravely.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wait, let me call my manager, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s at the back! Hold on, please!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The boy ran towards the back quickly. Considering there was not much of a \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcback\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 than a small kitchen and brought another man out. He was bespectacled with rather floppy hair and of a slight stature. Joan looked at him approvingly.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hello, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m Charles, the owner. May I help you\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 Oh. Oh no,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said, taking off his glasses.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hello Charles, I see you must know why I am here,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yi Shu, go into the kitchen,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d ordered Charles.<\/p>\n
The boy obediently escaped into the room, leaving the two of them in the main room of the caf\u00c3\u00a9.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve heard of your kind,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he stated.<\/p>\n
Joan smirked and placed a namecard on the countertop.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good, then you know I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m one of them. Your caf\u00c3\u00a9 failed the test. Your cat gave you a few points. Your d\u00c3\u00a9cor is passable but your menu is rubbish,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she flippantly said.<\/p>\n
She turned around, took a step away from him and paused.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can either close within a month or follow my instructions,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said.<\/p>\n
Charles narrowed his eyes at her. He looked down at the namecard.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do I have to do?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked.<\/p>\n
She looked over her shoulder and smirked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know what to do. Change your menu. Master the eggs benedict and bread toasting, stock up on coffee beans, not that rubbish you have right now. And most importantly\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 Stock up on rainbow cakes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said seriously.<\/p>\n
He held the namecard up.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153One day someone will stand up to you. Ministry of hipsters. More like hipster gangsters\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 \u00e2\u20ac\u009d he commented.<\/p>\n
Joan stood by the sleeping cat and petted it.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We have our requirements, like any other organization. You have a hipster caf\u00c3\u00a9. Follow our guideless or prepare to close,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said lightly and strode out of the caf\u00c3\u00a9.<\/p>\n
Yi Shu crept back into the main room once he heard her leave.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What will we do, boss?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We need to get more obscure,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d said Charles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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