4 First customer
Nash was busy behind the polished mahogany counter, meticulously arranging the pristine white cups. The soft hum of the cafe's ambient music filled the air, setting a soothing backdrop for the day's busy operations.
As the door to his cafe swung open, Nash's world momentarily froze. His eyes widened with surprise, and his heartbeat quickened. He wasn't mentally prepared for the person who had just entered.
"Netero!?" Nash's thoughts screamed as he recognized the visitor.
Netero stepped into the cafe cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a blend of curiosity and caution. His gaze finally settled on the handsome figure of Nash, whose presence seemed to illuminate the cozy cafe.
"Where is this place? And who are you?" Netero inquired, his voice measured as he tried to grasp the peculiar situation that had unfolded before him.
Nash, ever the gracious host, cleared his throat and straightened his posture, adopting an air of professionalism. With a slight bow, he welcomed Netero. "Oh, welcome to Nash's Omni Cafe. Here, people come to relax, engage in games, and savor divine dishes, all prepared by yours truly."
Netero furrowed his brows, still grappling with the surreal circumstances. "Alright, I can wrap my head around the concept of a cafe, but what baffles me is how I ended up here. That door certainly didn't lead to any building, in fact its on my building. Is this the result of your nen abilities?"
Nash sighed inwardly and decided to simplify his explanation for his unexpected guest. "In the simplest terms, I am a god, and this is a dimension I've created to house my cafe and residence. I've interlinked it with various worlds to provide people like us with a place to unwind and enjoy."
Netero, although skeptical, nodded slowly. "So, you claim to be a 'god,' and you've designed this place for leisure. Fine, let's proceed with that premise. What do you offer?"
Nash's smile broadened, revealing his genuine enthusiasm for his craft. "I offer a repertoire that spans everything in existence, but for the time being, I'm focusing on culinary delights and a selection of rare items."
Netero let out a resigned sigh. "Alright, I've stopped caring about the intricacies of this place since my brain is starting to hurt. Just serve me something good to eat and a bottle of whiskey."
With a nod, Nash responded, "Coming right up."
In the warm and bustling kitchen, Nash meticulously prepared a dish that he personally deemed super below average, yet to anyone else, it would be nothing short of divine. The sizzle of sautéed mushrooms and the aroma of soy sauce filled the space.
With utmost care, Nash assembled the sautéed mushroom pork chops and presented them alongside a bottle of whiskey, its scent hinting at its potency. Netero's senses were immediately tantalized, and his mouth watered uncontrollably.
Netero wasted no time indulging in the meal and taking a sip of the exceptionally potent whiskey. As he did, he felt a curious sensation ripple through his body, a testament to the extraordinary nature of the dishes served here. Yet, he chose to ignore it, the flavors dancing on his taste buds like a symphony, too deliciousto think straight.
Just then, the cafe's heavy oak door began to creak open once more, catching Nash's attention as he prepared to greet the next unanticipated guest, a sense of mystery and adventure lingering in the air.
