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Uchiha Itachi [Part 10]
Third Person

3.30PM. This was the time of day when everything got severely busy.

There was a normal flow of people through the day coming in for their breaks to get whatever drink or snack panged them at the time, serving them quickly and efficiently to see them on their way and keep the grumbles to a minimum. Mornings were also on the high impact times for the missed breakfast and the pick me up caffeine hit to see them through to the next break, this time they were usually whiny when it took too long to get their drinks out, telling him that he was wasting their valuable time by standing around for that couple of minutes while the milk heated, the coffee was brewed and the sugar was added. The portable lid placed on top of the cups would save them from a mess down their shirt after running into someone or not paying attention while they were slurping should have been at least waited for but even that was too long. When they did split it, he could expect them back later on yelling for the mess that he created and should have been doing a better job by offering the lid in the first place. This was probably why he did not understand people well. To say one then and then take it back, it was confusing as all hell but after a couple of minutes of yelling without any response in return, facial movement or otherwise, they tend to give up and then go along with their day.

At least he could say this time of the day was less stressful, however, more strange. Majority of the people lining up at the counters were young teenage girls fresh from school wanting to lavish themselves in the speciality of the place, and that wasn't just the coffee.

Milk down into the cup swirling it around to make the white foam centered and focused in the middle of the cup, out with a toothpick crinkling the scowl of concentration across his brow. There was more people here today than usual, seemingly increasing in numbers every day with more people packing the place out so time was of the essence. Stick dipped into the creamy soft fluffy foam and pushed outwards to start the template of what he was designing, moved around into the darker liquid floating on top making the patterns that were slowly starting to form a figure. When you were in deep thought you could easily block out what was being said behind you, talk of every day conversation, what teacher said what, scandal of x person and another cause making out and so forth. It was only when he heard the comments of the guy behind the counter that his ears perked up, homing in on what was being said.

...What about his butt? They would like to do what to it?

They say that the average male thinks about sex every few seconds but what came out of these girls mouths could easily put them to shame. What was so fascinating about it? It was a padded space for you to sit on. It proved no other useful function except for squeezing apparently because they were saying something about wanting to test the firmness of it. And then it just went downhill from there.

Most people would have went enough was enough and then gave the vulgar girls a piece of their mind, maybe throw the coffee at them and hope it scolded them, then laughed at him but not Itachi. The job was finished professionally as if it was any other customer in store, taking the cup back to the bench, pushing it over to their direction with the bear face as specifically ordered, looking... no, it was more of a dead stare straight at the girl waiting for her to take her beverage and leave.

She asked for his name. He stared. She wanted to know if he spoke. He stared. Twenty questions soon grew tired for her and she finally took her leave with the coffee, bring the next batch of orders and teenage girls up to the counter.

"So, are you single?"

"............."

Maybe he should change his job description to janitor.