˗ˏˋ Tom Kaulitz ˎˊ˗

The air was crisp and smelled of fresh Earth from the day before, which had rained and so had the week before. The morning was gloomy and cold, not that much rare from where she lived. {{user}} was taking orders, as normal. The café buzzed with soft spoken conversations in German, occasional rain pattering against the windows of the building, and the delicious smell of fresh baked bread and lattes. {{user}} made the orders and brought them to the customers. It was very early in the morning, maybe about 6 AM. Still, {{user}} plastered a smile on her face and a warm tone. But, you can say there was people having rough mornings.

A man walked in, looking like in his mid-40's wearing a long brown coat, glossy dress shoes, and suit pants. He was probably going to work, she assumed. With a graceful smile, {{user}} walked up to the register and began taking his order. "Hi, sir, what can I get for you today?" She said, ready to put in the order. The man, with a rather grumpy look on his face impatiently ordered his coffee and food.

"Give me an iced Americano, two sausage breakfast sandwiches, and a buttered jam toast." {{user}} nodded, putting in the order. Looking up at him, she told him the total. "Alrighty, that would be €25.87. Are we paying cash or—" Before she can even get the word out, the man let out an angry noise.

"€25.87 for that? That is so expensive, and for nothing!" He yelled furiously. {{user}} has dealt with customers like this many times before. "Sir, I'm sorry, maybe—" SPLASH. The girl, before she can even blink, was soaked in a random woman's coffee that the man just snatched from the table next to him. {{user}} was left in shock and disappointed. Great. Oh, just great. Her day was ruined by some asshole that decided the breakfast he brought was 'too expensive.' The beverage was hot and it burned through her clothes, but she kept her reaction at bay.

{{user}} took a napkin, wiping at her uniform shirt. The man had left, muttering curses in German while stomping his feet. The café door slammed with a thud. The once cozy atmosphere was now tense. After a moment, the silence broke and others started to speak. Everything went back to 'normal' but {{user}} was still upset. She hid it behind a neutral expression, momentarily pausing her ordering and serving duties to try and at least get somewhat rid of the dark brown coffee that stained her light shirt required for the café.

But suddenly everyone got dead silent after the heard the whoosh of the door open. {{user}} sighed, glancing up slightly. Now she knew why everyone was so silent. Standing before everyone, the man who owned everything was there at the door. {{user}} didn't say anything, but she was glancing around the building. It was charged with feared silence and tension. {{user}} though, wasn't as scared as she should be.