Cakepops - Fundy x Male Reader

Chapter 2: What a kind fellow

I greeted him like I usually would greet customers. He looked up at the menu, he seems to be struggling reading the menu above my head. I hand him the mini menu that customers would commonly request for when they have a hard time reading the menu above.

"Take your time, sir!" I said with a smile on my face.

He looked at me weirdly for a second, awkwardly not letting my smile falter. He looked back down the menu and started to think about what he wanted.

Why did he look at me like that? Weirdo. Is that mean? I feel like it is. I take it back, I'm sorry.

After a few seconds, he averted his gaze from the menu and looked back up at me.

"I'd like to know what you would recommend for something to drink." He murmured.

"Would you like coffee in it or no caffeine at all?" I replied.

"I'll try anything, Caffeinated or not." He smiled softly.

"Alright sir, would an iced shaken black tea with grapefruit and honey be okay for you?" I said confidently. This drink has been my favorite ever since I've first tried it.

"Yes, I'll take it!" He smiled softly once again.

This person seems so nice.

"Okay, what size would that be?" I mimicked his smile.

"I'll have you decide that as well."

"O-oh, alright then wise choice. Will the medium sized cup be adequate for your intake?" I didn't want to pick the largest option, so that this kind fellow won't have to spend more money on a drink.

"Yes, that would be all! Thank you!" He smiled brightly.

I asked for his name so I could call him when his drink is finally done.

His name is Fundy. Hm, interesting name.

I informed him how much the order cost and lent me the exact amount of money required for this purchase. Afterwards, I politely asked him to take a seat or wait aside for his order. His responses were very kindhearted, why couldn't every customer be like this guy? I have atleast encountered several 'Karens' in the span of a week. They are quite aggravating to deal with.

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All of these tweets pitying me for not being able to pick a contender that chose love. It sucks. It does hurt.

I cried. I really thought she picked love. This sucks. Will I ever find a pretty girlfriend? Or someone to fall in love with? It was worth trying anyways. But.. How could almost half of the contestants picked host? I don't get it.. Am I not attractive enough?

It's night time. How will I ever recover from this affliction?

Hypothetically speaking, what if I actually try to socialize outside my home? Will I actually meet someone? I mean yes but, will it be a potential love interest? Probably. Probably not. Anything could happen really. Hm.

I thought about it. And I've decided that I'll attempt to atleast talk to someone outdoors. But where would I go though? The park maybe? Hmph. I'll think about this tomorrow.

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This park is way too crowded. A park surrounded with filth. There is no way I am going to talk to anyone around here. Everyone seems to be in company with another person. I see no lonely person other than me. I sigh. This is absolutely futile.

There's a café nearby. I would rather lay on my back, consume delicious sustenance rather than standing on a grim park.

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I study this boy's face, wow. I'm stunned. Such fine physique this boy possesses. Should I be feeling this type of way? He's quite handsome indeed. I think it's okay to feel this way. I just find this boy attractive. So cute~

I couldn't even decide on what to get. His face keeps obstructing my thoughts. I'll just let him decide, I don't want him to wait for me any longer.

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And he's nice too! He's very accomodating and polite. I smile at him and he does it right back. How could this man be so fine? He's so adorable! From my past experiences, I've encountered several impudent food service workers. He's different!

What a kind fellow.

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