Harold's Pov:
"Right on time, I thought you skipped the day or something." My co-worker spoke as soon as I stepped inside the café. "As if. I need the money." I replied, putting my stuff to the side. "Well, put on your uniform and get to work!" She exclaimed, getting back to doing orders immediately. I nodded and changed quickly to start working. "Why are you so stressed? We barely have any customers coming in!" I asked, looking at the few customers in line. "Stop asking and just help me make the orders!" She exclaimed and I went to my station. I grabbed the orders and went to get the ingredients to make them. I put the type of coffee into the coffee machine and got out the rest of the ingredients such as sugar. Once they were done, I began to call out each name of the order and the customer came up to grab it. Simple work. I don't see why my co-worker would be so worried about this type of stuff. We barely have customers, coffee is pretty easy to make, and the customers are easy to deal with. "Hey! Stop day-dreaming and focus!" She yelled as she hit me on the head. "Okay! Jeez!" I exclaimed, rubbing my head and returning to make orders. I could feel the stares darting us, I ignored them as I continued. Damn girl, she'll be the death of me, one day. I called out the next order and the next customer came. I kept repeating the same actions until there were no customers in line, to make orders for, or to call out their names. "Good job, back there." My co-worker complimented. "Says the girl who hit me on the head and yelled at me to do my work when I was so clearly doing it," I replied, crossing my arms.

I noticed her glare and sweated a little as I smiled nervously. "Kidding! Kidding! Thanks but, seriously, why do you worry so much?" I ask. She sighs and leans against the counter carefully. "Well, we have time to relax until the customer arrives so, why not." She says while, looking at the clock. "I don't know really. My parents are just really worried about me and their employees slacking off." She explains. Right, her parents own this café but, why would she worry? Her parents know she works hard. Why don't they worry about the other employees?

"But, what does that have to do with you?" I ask again. "What do you mean?" She asks, looking at me. "Well, you are the daughter of the owners. Why would they worry about you and not just the employees?" I explained, curious. "You know, they say I'll own this place one day so, they pressure me on being a good manager." She responds, looking away. "Oh, well, if you ask me. I think you are doing a pretty good job at being a manager." I spoke, smiling.

I see a small smile come from her as she stands up. "Thanks, you're really nice when you decide to be." She replies. I was about to say something but, the bell at the door chimed meaning a customer came in. "Oh, hello, what would you like?" She greets and I look in her direction. My eyes widen at the person coming in and walking toward the cash register. "How about you take a break, I owe you for coming late." I whispered to my co-worker. "Oh, okay, thanks, H." She replied and goes into the back room. I immediately take her place at the cash register.

"So, what would you like, sir?" I ask with a note pad and pencil in my hand. "Yeah, I want-Harold?" He cuts short as soon as his eyes land on me. "Hey, Mr.Krupp, what's up?" I reply. "I, uh, I'd like a medium hot coffee, that's it." He spoke, slightly taken back by my appearance. "On the way, that'll be $5!" I exclaim, cheerfully. "Eh? Why are you so cheerful? You were just confused and sad before." I thought. Mr.Krupp hands me the five dollars and I put it into the cash register then, I rush to make the order.

"I didn't know you worked here, Harold. Are you that inexperience to get a better job?" He asks and I physically stop. He still hasn't changed his attitude with me even if I am in high school. "No, it just has better pay and I need the dough." I reply, continuing to make the order. "Oh, how come? Did you spend all your allowance in one place for drawing stuff?" He asks again. This guy. "No, I just moved to an apartment and that cost me a lot. So, I need the money plus I don't even draw anymore. I gave up on that since I entered the fifth." I explained, handing his order.

"That's weird. You loved drawing if I remember correctly. You made those dorky and stupid comics with George. You two had so much pride." Mr.Krupp explains, slightly confused. "Is it really that weird to suddenly stop drawing? You act like I'm totally different than how was in elementary school." I spoke, crossing my arms. "No, that's not it. What's weird was you suddenly not hanging out with George after 4th grade." He spoke and I look down.

"It's not that concerning..." I replied. "Then, why'd you do it?" Mr.Krupp asks. "I, uh...don't remember? I just. I don't know." I responded, looking up nervously. "And that's why it is concerning, genius." He replied and I looked away. "Seriously, I have never seen George look so sad and I have never been more concerned of a student yet alone you two." He explains, taking a sip of his coffee. "Still mean and brutally honest, Mr.Krupp." I chuckled, trying to change the subject. "By the way, I heard from your sister, you and George go to the same high school along with Melvin. How is that friendship?" He asks. I forget Heidi went to the same school as I did when I was younger.

"It's complicated..." I responded as I let out a huge sigh. "I see." Mr.Krupp responds.