bitter mistakes

Tuesday morning was often the quietest of the week. This gave Djodie enough time to fully clean the café, something she knew wouldn't have the motivation for at the end of the day. Duster lay asleep on his pillow at the corner of the counter, opening one eye whenever he heared the door open.

The bell above the door rang and a man walked in. He gave her a weak smile and Djodie walked over tot he counter, wachting him. There was a bruise on his cheek which he didn't bother to hide. Hmm, curious.
Djodie answered his smile as he asked for the best blend she had.
"My best blend..." her eyes became distant for a few seconda, thinking her options. She nodded. "Okay, coming right up!" She pourer milk into the steamer and pushed the button.
"Had a rough day?" She asked him, nodding to his bruise. With the milk done, she poured a small amount of espresso in a cup, the milk over it en topped it of with a caramelsauce. She placed the cup in front of the boy.
"There you go, a Caramel Latte," she held her head a bit to the side. "I could add wipped cream if you'd like?"

Rough week. Djodie glanced her eyes over him and couldn't help but smile. He looked like a troublemaker. When she placed the coffee cup in front of him, she noticed the exact reaction on his face that she'd hoped for. Not a sweettooth.
She smiled. "A 'best blend' really depends on the person, doesn't it?" She let out a quiet laugh, took the cup back and replaced it with the other one that she'd prepared alongside the latte.
"Double espresso, dark roasted coffee beans from the 'something' forest." She pushed the cup in his direction, when he asked for ice. For his jaw.
Djodie nodded and opened the freezer. She took one of the ice packs and wrapped it in a towel.
When she handed it over she couldn't help but ask. "What happened? Bad guy beated you up?"

He thanked her as she handed over the ice pack. The next sentence made her raise an eyebrow. "A girl beat you up?" She asked with a sarcastic undertone. Her face still friendly.
"She hit first," he rapidly answered. Followed with that it was quite the blow too. Djodie couldn't help but laugh a little.
"A girl díd beat you up. You sertainly don't look that way." At the same time she quickly wiped down the coffee machine. It would stain like a bugger, and it always seemed to help the flow of the conversation. Despite her profession, Djodie wouldn't call herself social. In her work environment she made small talk easily, but in her freetime she mostly preferred solitude.

He continued that he didn't expect the blow from the girl. Sounded like there was some story behind it.
"I sertainly hope so..." she answered him, immediatly forcing her thoughts to a stop. No, not now. Not ever.
"What caused her to deliver a hit like that?"

Shit. She'd offended him. Djodie could notice from the look on his face.
"I - I'm sorry, I didnt't mean to offend you." Some people could easily hear through her sarcasm, and other needed a bit more time with her. She did, however, mean no harm.

He began to tell what happened. His pokemon had lashed out and the girl had put herself in between. Not the most thought trough thing to do, but Djodie could understand. She decided to keep that thought to herself. She had no readon to offend him any further then she already had.
"Maybe she was just worried. Still don't seem like a reason to punch you. Is your Mawile okay?" The community had come along way from Pokémon battles to just living amongside them. As friends. For most of the community anyway.
Djodie had heared of some.... underground business. Dark stuff.

The doorbell rang, and a blue haired girl walked in. She walked to the counter and Djodie shifted her attention towards her.
"Hi, what can I get you?" The girl looked at her with one eyebrow pulled up. Djodie smiled, she was a regular. She quickly poured another Caramel Latte, added whipped cream on top and handed it to her.
"Thank you dear." And with that she was on her way. This was a daily ritual for them, but lately it ledt Djodie with an... odd feeling, she couldn't really place. But on the other hand, she tried not to pay too much attention to it.

The man had now sit down and drank his coffee. "Can I get you anything else? Have you eaten yet?" Maybe Djodie was a little too concerned of her costumers sometimes.

The boy explained that his Pokémon was fine. Djodie nodded, understanding.
"That's good to hear," she started. "I believe most Mawile are pretty strong Pokémon? Easily stand their ground? Don't know much about them to be honest, I am more of a cute-type girl I guess." One of her not so good habits? Rambling on and on when she grew nervous.

When the blue haired girl walked in, Djodie was to occupied with her to notice that the boy followed their conversation. When she left the shop, Djodie asked him if he wanted to eat anything, but was faced with a whole other question in return.
Think. "I - She." Answer, with words. "She didn't -"
It was like a bomb of thought exploded inside Djodie's head. Causing her to lose control over her speech and left her unable to form sentences.
"Yes," the word came out in somewhat of a snap. Djodie took a breath and reclaimed her control again. "She is very sweet. And she did no such thing as to piss in my coffee." Besides she didn't look that way. Djodie didn't understand why the boy would say such a thing.

Djodie sarcastically - but nicely - raised her own eyebrow while she answered. "I didn't say that. I think they're cute, but just in a... I don't know. They're cute but also pretty strong and all. It is a little bit misleading to me, I guess."
The boy continued that, if the Pokémon could hear her now, Djodie would see how she stands her ground. The girl laughed softly.
"Of that I'm sure. You're welcome to let her out, just so you know."

After the regular girl left, Djodie could feel the boys eyes on her.
"I did not look at her like that." She clenched her jaw. "It's just, I don't know. We were friends but I guess we grew apart a bit." Djodie started folding a towel.
"It's not how I treat every customer, ofcourse. 'Cause you are right, I would scare them off." She placed the folded towel in the cabinet.
"But I didn't scare you off yet so I guess I am not so bad." She smiled. "It's difficult, that's all."

Djodie noticed him arching an eyebrow when she called the Mawiles misleading. Then he seemed a bit offended when she assumed he had the Pokémon with him. Djodie shook her head, knowing that some people indeed didn't carry their Pokémon in a ball with them. However, a large number still did.
But besides that he explained that she wasn't so nice to strangers.
"Fair enough. My name is Djodie, by the way." By now it felt a bit weird not to introduce herself.

Djodie was lucky she didn't have a glass in her hand when he fired his words to her. Get into her pants? Was he out of his mind?
"I -" Excuse me? The boy leaned back into the chair, grinning at her. Djodie felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"That is not what I said..." A small voice knocked inside her head but is it what you meant? Defensively she pushed the thought away. This was nonsense. Djodie had no intention of getting into the girls pants or whatever had anything to do with it.
"I have no intentions of that. Besides, she has a boyfriend." After finishing the sentence, she realised that her choice of words was awfull.