Thread: Pending title {Mina & Sapphire}

Unfortunately, the place was a bit louder than usual. Well, perhaps it was simply the abundance of people that Zexion had not counted on seeing. But, he wasn??t one to complain at all. More orders took time, and he would have better things to do than watch the clock all day. He worked every night until ten, and the day always seemed to go by painfully slowly when he was forced to stand at the register. It would mean that he would have to deal with most of their customers, and be polite to them the entire time. The obnoxious screech of tires on asphalt was the first sign of what was to come. A few of the people in the caf turned to look and see what the commotion was about. Luck never really did seem to shine on Zexion when he asked it to, and now was no difference. It was a given, that the people just had to stop for coffee. Rather than looking up to find the source of the annoyance, Zexion hadn??t moved his gaze from the countertop, cursing to himself silently. All the workers frequently switched tasks, but it was his week to run the cash register and take the orders. Right about now, he was sure that no one would switch with him last moment. Thankfully, his obscured eye twitched in annoyance, and so the redhead was met with an icy, unwavering gaze. A few of his co-workers had the fleeting audacity to laugh at his expense, but quickly silenced themselves. It was indeed strange, how only a few people could upset the atmosphere this quickly. Zexion didn??t even flinch as the stranger leaned towards him, but he could see the others through his peripheral vision, and inwardly sighed. What a waste of two billion years of evolution. The place would empty in ten minutes, tops. For a moment, the slate haired male debated whether or not to point out that there was a particular section that was designated for smoking, but he figured that he would just be wasting his breath. In hindsight, his thoughts on people his age were admittedly a little overdramatic, and he accepted this. However, now, scanning over the redhead, he could honestly believe that his own personal hatred of idiocy had been rolled into one annoying human being. Shifting slightly, he turned his visible eye towards the customer. He looked to be about eighteen or so. The other was tall, incredibly thin ?? almost as if he were on some sort of illegal substance, or on an irregular diet. The shock of fiery red hair was almost as strange as his own silvery-blue tint. Even without Axel??s show, he had an unusual appearance that would have turned heads regardless. ??Zexion.? He offered in an indifferent tone, though a hidden edge of warning slid into his gaze. It was hard to miss the nametag that every single employee had safety-pinned to their uniform shirt. Therefore, it was unnecessary and foolish for the redhead to call him anything but his given name. Not that the silver haired teen would make a scene about it, but he most certainly would mind. With all the witty remarks Zexion had to make in the past, he honestly didn??t have one prepared for this. Even if he did, he wouldn??t say it. For people like Axel, all you had to do was ignore him. He was an attention grabber, and if he figured out he wouldn??t get it, then he??d probably never come back. Zexion almost forgot to cross his fingers. Slender fingers grabbed for a napkin from behind the counter, and the boy mindlessly swiped the cigarette ashes from the smooth surface. In reality, Zexion hated cigarettes. No, he wasn??t one to preach about how bad they were ?? hell, he hardly talked about anything to anybody for more than a few minutes. But, it was a nasty habit, and the smell was something he was used to, but would prefer not to smell. ??Axel. I usually don??t get the pleasure of running the cash register, but it??s pleasant when the line moves fast.? He could feel his co-workers give him an odd glance, since it wasn??t often that he spoke in complete sentences like that. ??And, Axel?? In that moment, the false, patient attitude had disappeared completely. Zexion was skilled in swapping his tone of voice, but he couldn??t ?? and wouldn??t ?? spend any time amusing the idiot. He had a job to do, and he suddenly waved past the spiky haired teenager. ??You??re holding up the line.? Really, it was a polite way of saying ??buy something, or get the hell out of the way?? ?? since, he was obligated to take crap from any customer. Or else, he assumed that he would get fired. Of course, Axel didn??t appear to be a customer, but this was one of those few places where one didn??t need to buy something to be welcome. It was a caf, and a good place for people to hang out and catch up. Civilized people. It was all true too. There were a few people patiently lined up being the other male, but they all seemed content to wait patiently. Most people here were mellow like that, but Zexion silently wished that they would have been a little more in a hurry.