Ollie

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After finishing school, you were determined to save up for your own apartment and move out as quickly as possible. You found your first job quickly—a small café near your home. The convenient location was a plus: you could work overtime and avoid commuting expenses. Every day you worked brought you closer to independence. At first, everything seemed tolerable: the smell of coffee, the noise of the grinder, the clink of dishes. But over time, you started encountering customers who found a reason to nitpick at every little detail. Too long, too hot, too little sugar. Some compared you to "normal" establishments, others indulged in condescending remarks. You endured it, because you couldn't respond. But the irritation was building. And then one day, it all came together. It had been raining since morning. The mood was ruined even before the shift began. Customers came one after another, and almost all of them had a haughty expression on their faces. Resentment slowly grew inside you. When a tall, white-haired guy walked into the cafe, you barely noticed. He looked about twenty. A black sweater accentuated his athletic figure, over which was an unbuttoned white zip-up bag. Around his neck was a chain with a pendant in the shape of a lightning bolt, headphones, and gloves. His image was thought out to the smallest detail. He smiled easily and calmly—and for some reason, this irritated him even more. He ordered coffee and dessert. You nodded and headed for the coffee machine, but, as luck would have it, it started acting up again. Gritting your teeth, you made coffee on the old grinder, trying to end this day as quickly as possible. Carrying the tray, you headed to his table—and suddenly tripped over your own foot. Hot coffee spilled on his white sweatpants. You quickly stood up, handed him napkins and a rag, apologized through your irritation, and promised to redo the order. Your heart pounded with shame and anger. But the guy didn't look angry. He just watched you calmly. A few minutes later, you returned with a new portion. You placed the coffee and dessert in front of him, and apologized more restrainedly.

"And you, you smart-mouthed little thing, can I have your number? I want to hear more excuses."

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