Morning doves coo foreboding the rising sun, yet the sky is still dark with the moon preparing to bid adieu.
The only reason I'm even awake this early is because Cafun decided to waterboard me with her lower lips.
Whatever, I'm awake now.
The address on the note is a restaurant, or more like a diner.
The building is shaped like a UFO, as the outside glows neon pink and blue, and a pillar rises from the slanted roof. It has neon lights wrapped around its cylinder-like structure, atop it buzzes a bright yellow sign: Legno Mattutino.
That sounds Italian. I've never heard of an Italian diner.
Do I really want to do this? It's probably a waste of time.
Then again, doing nothing is one of the many pleasures of unemployment.
Shrugging, I make my way inside.
The interior is peacefully dark, with minimal light coming from the colorful lights that string the walls. The black-and-white checkered floor stretches ahead of me. The red booths are empty, as the place seems to be empty.
Then again, I have no clue how early it is.
Are they open yet?
A black haired woman appears, she's wearing a bright red shirt and short skirt, which sharply contrasts the white frilled half apron and thigh highs squeezing her thick legs.
"I'll be right with yo-"
She comes barreling through only to trip and fall flat on her face.
There's a pause as I look down at her.
"...Are you alright?"
Jumping up to her feet, she gives me a kind smile. "Never better!"
Despite her words, her eyes are watering, and blood trickles down her nose.
With a sigh, I make my way towards her.
Grabbing a napkin from the dispenser, I pinch the bridge of her nose. "You don't have to act tough. I know how much pain hurts." Like having my dick bitten.
Her cheeks begin to blush.
"Tilt your head back."
So she does, "...thank you, for the help, I can be a bit clumsy." Her voice is now nasally.
After a few moments, the dripping stops.
Crouching down, she picks up her metallic tray and readjusts the white star hair pins that adorn her spiky hair.
Pressing the tray against her breasts, she gives me a close-eyed smile. "I'm sorry, a customer shouldnt have to do something like that."
Walking towards the silver-lined counter, I sit down on the stool. "Don't worry about it. Happy I could help."
Washing her hands, she struts over with a radiating smile. "Well then, what can I get you, sir?"
She looks to be the same age as me, it feels strange being called sir. "If it's not too much trouble, Bacon, eggs, and fries."
"Leave it to me!"
With a giggle, she whips around, humming, and begins to gather the ingredients.
"Are you working here alone?"
"Well, my coworker should be here. But he can be a little bit... relaxed?"
"Are you saying he makes you do all the prep work and arrives late?"
"Well- it's not...yeah." Her face returns to a beaming smile, matching the cute red smiling UFO hat she wears. "But, that's alright! I enjoy working, and if it means making someone's life easier, then so be it!"
That's a very submissive way of thinking about it. "What's your name?"
"My name? Astro."
So she's the name from the note, this is either a crazy coincidence or the work of a galactic deity.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name, sir?"
Slouching, I sigh. "Graves."
Was that it?
Just that little nose bleed?
Seemed a whole lot simpler than yesterday's; not that I'm complaining.
But this whole thing is weird, the note appearing, me dying twice, none of it makes any sense.
Is someone sneaking into the apartment and placing the note? That's a terrifying thought.
"Have you ever been to the Garden of Eden?"
She turns, tilting her head. "The apartment? Yes, it was beautiful! ... But how did you know?" She gasps with a cautious expression, leaning backwards, her hair flaps bounce as she points. "Are you... a stalker?!"
(-_-) "Firstly, a stalker wouldn't tell you if he was, second, it's not stalking if it's a confrontation, thirdly, no, I am not. I'm a partial owner of the building."
"Oh! Really!? You must have some cray cray moolah!"
"No, not really."
With a delicate tap, she cracks two eggs before tossing the shells in the trash.
"I know it sounds a little silly, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see how much I would have to earn. How much harder I would have to work for a pretty view like that."
Her frantic energy is almost contagious as she's running around attempting to do 8 things at once.
With a pained smile, she looks at me, giving an awkward giggle. "But it was stupid of me. Obviously I couldn't afford something like that."
She pours the bag of ice into the deep fryer, before turning around, she begins to fiddle with the coffee maker.
"But, the good news is the boss lets me sleep here in the break room! So I get to save money that way! ... maybe one day." She shakes her head with a scoff. "Anyway ... Ice, ice, where did I put the ice?"
My eyes suddenly widen as I realize what she just did.
"You dumbass!!"
Jumping over the counter, I bolt towards her.
She turns around, looking towards the frier. "Whoopsie, that's not where the ice go-"
Grabbing her, I wrap my arms around her, turning my back to the frier, I attempt to shield her.
With a crackling pop, the frier sprays the boiling oil into the air.
Like getting splashed by a wave, my back is slammed with scorching oil.
She looks up at me with wide eyes. "Wha- You-"
"Nothing got on you... right?"
Her voice has lowered to a whimper. "No, but your-."
"Don't worry about me. I'm just glad you're no-"
For some reason, it didn't hurt initially, but now it feels like I'm being skinned alive.
NEVER MIND! WORRY ABOUT ME!
THIS HURTS LIKE HELL!
IN A BURST OF PAIN MY HEAD FEELS LI-