Damien, Alex & co.
"You're a sh*tty waitor. Why are you even here? Fetch me a Swirlix-Shake and go away." He spoke in an irritated tone similar to Damien’s. Damien’s eyes widened as to the way this guy was speaking to him. He looked at the brunette as if she was going to stop her friend from saying anything further. "And your apron looks ridiculous." Damien just stood there, shocked as to how this guy was talking down to him. "Mossdeep, huh?" The boy turned his attention back to the girl. "Well, I never saw much of the city, as my mother didn't let me out of the house until recently on my way to Littleroot. But the glimpse I caught on the way to the dock was very pretty. It's a soothing place with a lot of beaches.” He started to speak in a creepy tone. "Mother taught me how to dig my own grave in case I would die alone". Damien stood there, blood boiling even further. First Kyle, and now this red-haired freak. Damien opened his mouth, about to begin the storm of insults, until he saw another person walk into the café. He looked and saw it was yet again another person around Damien’s age and height.
Alex walked into the café, glancing around and saw Nanna and Devin sitting at a table. Well, I better join them I guess. He walked up to them and casually sat down at their table. “Hey what’s up Nanna, Devin. Sorry I ran off, I had a few errands to do.” He said to Nanna and Devin. He looked forward and saw a guy wearing a pink apron. Damien exchanged looks with Alex, before he turned his attention back to Devin. Keeping an emotionless face, he took kept on eyeing him while taking out a notebook.
“A Medium Swirlex Shake it is.” He simply said, jotting it down with a tiny pencil. Alex raised his hand.
“I’ll take one too.” Alex said. Damien’s facial expression didn’t change, but he complied and wrote another one down, while turning away to go to the back kitchen to hand in the ticket. “So…you guys having fun? Anything happen?” Alex said, striking up a conversation.