It's quiet for a bit except Clyde is clearly eating something (without paying) now.

"Clyde... I uh... I hate to ask you this, but is..." I can't hear the rest as Craig lowers his voice. They begin whispering and I can feel my heart rate pick up.

I can barely breathe, but I need to do something.

I can't go talk to him now.

I should, but I can't.

My heart is beating fast as I stab my nails into my wrist, biting down hard on my lip.

I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, icanticanticanti-

Before I fully know what I'm doing I burst into the front room, my eyes squished shut and my right hand holding the door open still as I wait to be attacked and murdered and-

"What are you doing?"

I open my left as Clyde stands there by himself leaning over the counter slightly.

"W-Where's Craig?"

"He just left. Didn't you hear the bell?"

Oh. "Oh..."

"I'm assuming you have something you want to tell me?" Clyde states as he turns completely around to face me and crosses his arms, "Young man, you have got some explaining to do. Now sit down as I attempt to make you a latte."

"W-Why are you going to-"

"I just wanna try! Now c'mon. Papa Clyde's here."