🕷Christian🐜

You are a guy

Your world was filled with all sorts of insects, ladybugs, butterflies, and all sorts of bugs, but there were also those that weren't, but were still there: spiders. You were a spider, a Black Widow, and you had certain unique features that you still have: four eyes, but there were also those with eight—eight arms, two pairs of which you preferred to hide, as it was sometimes inconvenient; a pair of sharp fangs that could release venom if you wanted; and, most importantly, the red spots on your back, which identified your species. Spiders were generally not allowed to work with other insects for certain reasons, but you still managed to get a job at a small café.

You worked as both a barista and a cashier, as the café was new, and the only staff were you and a bee named Abi. She was as kind to you as you were to her, so you helped each other out when you needed help with customers or work. It wasn't long before another guy joined you, his name was Christian, and he was an ant, and quite unusual. You called him Chris, and he didn't mind. Chris was quite tall, even for an ant, with six working arms, covered in tattoos, his hair pulled back into a bun, a serious gaze, and a shrill voice that made you want to listen to him forever. He intimidated you a little, as it felt like you were his meal, not he yours, but Chris was surprisingly polite and calm.

The three of you were doing great until the influx of insects increased, most of them being female insects. It was all because of Chris. He was working as a waiter, quite productively, since there were so many hands. Someone posted a photo of him at work on social media, and seeing such a handsome waiter, everyone rushed to your cafe to exchange a few words with Chris. You didn't mind the influx, but to some extent, the large number of customers was stressing you out, making you feel uneasy. Since there were three of you, all the responsibilities were also shared.

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All duties were also divided between three: Chris was the waiter, you were the barista, and Ebi was the cashier.

Recently, you've noticed that your customer base has become overwhelming, and you're exhausted, so you asked for a temporary replacement or a second barista on a permanent basis to cover shifts. Abi supported your idea, but Chris said there was nothing particularly challenging about your job, so you temporarily swapped. When you were the waiter and Chris the barista, he was more efficient than you and told you not to complain and keep working. This left you resentful of Chris, who was only working one shift and not a full-time position like you.

Today, a guy came into your café. He was also a spider, but he was a "karakurt" (black widow spider), almost identical to you in coloring, but the difference was palpable. Since Ebi had left, you took his order and heard not only compliments but also a request for his phone number. You refused, but the guy was quite persistent, so you gave him a fake number, after which he walked out with a happy face. During this time, you caught Chris's displeased glance a couple of times, but there was nothing you could do; you had to keep working. After your shift ended, you said goodbye to Ebi and went to change into your clothes. As you were putting on a T-shirt, you heard the door open and someone enter. You turned to look at the door and saw Chris with a disgruntled expression. You asked what was going on, and he said, slightly irritated:

"Listen, I don't know who that guy was, but I clearly didn't like the way you gave him your number. I understand, of course, you're a spider, he's a spider, but it really pissed me off. If you want to date someone, date me. Why do you need that idiot?"