day 4

Damian

7 o'clock the time in which his shift would usually start . He was up and behind the counter tinkering with a few mugs to count how many tables they would be able to use at once . His hunched position had left little room for him to be able to fully manaouve around that area . Convenat for some more limited movement although still frustrating . A big budget and barely anything was of class past the drinks and some of the food : still that was particularly made by Damian so even if it had quality it was from him , he did run this articulate place though unable to control the money used but can control the food quality . . People don't usually arrive untill 8 and still that is usually a small section of those people who would desire . When looking for the plates and other items needed being careful at not to knock any if the cups over and placing his hands next to the draws to count things that may devolp a possible need later . The draws , canbinets and any sort of space dedicated towards everything this place needs .

His thoughts though drifted to the man he met . Bastian . Other hand it was due to two main things not just an appearance and a way of talking that had been quite amusing towards him but his ideas . He know quite a lot about the cafe as he works here . Quite for a while with quite a heavy access to the rooms within the building . Right he must do . Maybe he knows less than he thinks though , still taking to his boss had some levels of tension within what he say . He was still kneeled on the floor one hand clutching on the bar end the other grabbing onto a jar of maple syrup: which happened to be the most popular product for the customers . He stood and started to grab multiple plates placing them gently on the counter peering up at the clock which confirmed that in a few minutes customers would be going into the place . Time was never something he underestimated when it came to customers . He was able to place down a nice pile of these plates which would make it easier to serve a variety of the customers . He glanced towards the back of the cupboard behind every other items in this place . He grabbed a small pouch that was filled to the brimm with a pinkish coloured powder and hid it just behind the container of sugar , jammed tightly against the walls with only the tinest gap to be able to grab it for later , multiple times for the crowd of cups it would be placed within . He walked slowly out to the back and through looking through several draws made sure all ingredients where placed in the correct area . The kitchen had always been sterile it's why he seldom walked in besides checking the area . Moutians if sugar and flour where stacked in the corners of the room and kitchen equipment where lined up neatly on the dish washing board ready to be used . As in less than 10 minutes the chef would come in and start to serve food to the customers . As he walked towards the door to place the sign on open a group of older people had started to walk in slowly . It was typical for groups of people to swarm in calmly when the open sign is placed on the door . In particular the most notable was a group of older men with scars near there face and hands walked in , they were a calm group and pleasant to talk to although sorrow had filled there voice when they spoke . Eyes where downcast and quite melancholy but they did smile towards Damian , they had always did these sorts of courtesies towards other people . In a few minutes Damian would serve the group a set of toast in the back as they always ordered toast and it was always the first thing made and took really quick to do as well . Through the coffee they will drink , quicker then any elderly person would they would be smiling with joy and not panic . That look in those eyes was to him jursdiction for everything . Although quiet and slightly drowsy there would be that spark that would return to there eyes . He rushed towards the back and told to cook to place it in , but they had always had a precognition to know what to make . It's why they where in particular hired to work at the place . It made sense knowing they were daily customers , the chef having a great memory after only a few times if one's order .

He walked towards them and took there order all quite well spoken and kind and placed it in the back . A certain light would come into there smile like the relief of the death bed . The group gazed back into the kitchen unaware at how the place was able to create a conncucution that was able to be that effective to any struggles they had . People simaler said that sort of things . He would be back in a few minutes , going towards them

Was a formality . But not a formality that was filled with dread . The guy yesterday knew nothing what he had been doing for people was worth a lot more than a group who was maintaining the order of magic . Magic was never suppose to have order , but some had a desperation for control over it wanting it to be crafted to fit there certain needs . The gut though seemed well intentioned even if his intention would ruin lives ; he could look into the eyes of these gentleman and knew that what he was doing was morally completely justified , a desire he was planning to keep the moral high ground . Still why would his head go back to that guy , he approached him although still it was to check in that organisation again and its lap dogs . He woudl clutch onto that narrative tightly people who worked there weren't all the same but to believe so was to blame any sort of thing they said on the boss . He was too bored with the thought .

He swiftly walked to many other tables and got several orders all involving the places specialty : the tea . It had always been quiet on the morning barely any mummers of chatter and usually if people had been talking it was unable to be heard . Although in the front on the morning there was a dull aroma of broccoli and bread that came from most of the tables . Or if any ladies where on the tables the faint aroma of old perfume that you would expect someone like Marilyn manroe to wear . They all were mild in many ways with each one having a more than respectable appearance , fitted into the location they where visiting . With there mannerisms being quite delicate and unnoticeable .

He walked towards the back and got the first order and came over to the table placing the four sets of tea and toast gently in each placement . The group had gradually and picked up a set of cutilary and started to eat the food quite slowly . You usually would not eat it toast like that but it was a paticular habit that group had which was unusual but not that uncomfortable to be around . Some though if them had taken a sip of tea after only a few bites and before half would be done the tea would be draken . Although even now after standing there a few seconds he was suppose to be walking around to serve more toast and items to customers . It would take him about half an hour to serve them all always jumping around almost getting each plate staring mostly at there reaction to the tea . Today though he stared for a slightly different reason though .

The tea in itself had great effects on the customers , they return because it is good but isn't that also the traits of an addiction . Elderly people should be sensible but they don't know anything about what is being served . Addiction has certain affects that can be seen , but the talent of magic is that it is unseen . Still what was the worst that could happen with the dish he served he could taste it himself and everything would be fine nothing would be worse of changing . The idea of the guy was right was one of dread ; not because he was irritating in how he talked to him but one of wanting to keep this feeling towards his customers . Maybe the guy Bastain had wanted the same as him .

Before the ability to process a single thought came he ran back to the kitchen away from the group and grabbed multiple more plates . Accrutely balancing them on his hands and serving them to multiple different groups that came to the area . Many more customers would come soon . He was hasty and quick while serving but quite gentle when placing the plates down at each spot . Although his eyes always drifted towards when they where eating the food wondering if the tea is the only reason why they came . It must taste good knowing the reaction it brought towards them . All groups where sat stationary eating , always coming back to sipping on the tea he saw them all start to talk those mumers had became a louder chatter . Although it never got annoying it was the sort of noice that broke tention . It was now an obsession that when eventually they had left in brighter spirits then they came in with he decided to walk closer to the container of sugar .

He grabbed a tea spoon of sugar and placed it a cup near the counter mixing it in with the pink powder that would soon disolve into the cup . Pouring a small amount of milk within the cup and dipping a tea bag in while pouring half a cup of the slightly cooled down water into the cup . His hands had slightly shaked when interacting with the item . As he stirred it together gradually he could feel a small warmth caress his hand as he brought the cup up to his lips . 8:32 . Next customers would usually appear in about 15 minutes which to him had given him a large amount of time to try the drink . With the bracket accepting certain unpleasant side effects . He picked up it and brought it towards his lips where he started to drink a small amount . But the time he made a promise only a small amount would he drink the full cup had been drunken .

He shouldn't of drank that much . But he couldn't help it , numbing everything with pleasure . Nostalgia instead of terror when he drifted off to the past . To ban this would be abuse towards humanity . It was that good . It was such a sweet drink although it never became sickly only that kev of sweetness that was forever pleasant . It scent was off Carmel candy and coffe . It was something that had just stuck close enough to make it feel like you would chase it . How would you make a better drink from anywhere . The taste was seldom to even appear in this reality without something but everything felt light not heavy . It wasn't like being high it felt better than any drug someone could tell him about . He wasn't floating in the air but his feet was just on the ground : a perfect descriptor to what this drink was like for people who drank it . It lingered pleasurable on his tung . A smile was probably plastered on his face as he started to stare I to the bottom of the cup . He placed his cup in the back while the chef was not looking at him . It looked normal though while giving a large amount of pleasure towards the customers . That brownish soft colour had a stayed on the cup .

Befure he was able to think further the next group of customers came in sitting in different tables , starting at him with some desperation in need of his service . He'll provide it with absolute pleasure .