It was a nice day to go for a bike ride. Well, atleast that's what Stacy thought. Sure, it wss raining, and gloomy tar puddles from the swamp tried to grab at her bike, but she was just lucky enough not to be grabbed by a dragon. She pushed her mismatched shoes down harder on the peddles, pushing her bike towards home.
Stacy arrived at the cafe about noon, but it took her a while to go inside because she was busy admiring the decorations. When she finally went in, a waitress wearing a blue dress and a white apron turned to face her. The waitress immediately set down her plates and came straight to Stacy to give her a big hug. "What were you thinking!?" She yelled, a bit too loud for the cozy cafe vibe. "I was worried sick, and then i found the note and. Ugh! Why!?" Okay, now it was definitely too loud. Everyone at the cafe had started to stare, only to quickly look away as she saw them. The waitress produced the note from her pocket; a neatly folded sheet of paper with th words 'gonna go bike riding, see you soon xoxo' written in scribbly handwriting. It was the note Stacy had left on her bed before going out.
"I.. I'm sorry, Alea. I just..." Stacy apoligised "I'm always helping out around the cafe, and I wanted to do something just for me."
Alea stood up. "Listen, it's okay to want to do something on your own, but please give me a bit of forewarning please, and come back for lunch! We had Seajelly Salad again."
Stacy smiled. Seajelly Salad was her favourite. She stepped away from her sister and walked over to the bathrooms to get her waitress outfit on.
She was handing out milkshakes to an elderly couple when she saw Him. The most, annoying, disgusting, ugly, high elf ever to exist had come to her cafe.
"Hello, can I get an iced coffee with extra whipped cream, no unicorn magic (I'm allergic), extra ice cubes, less chocolate, and make it decaf?" He batted his eyes at me. I grunted. "Ugh. Fine." She grabbed her nearby order request sheet and proceeded to write down all of his order that she could remember.
She walked to the counter and gave the mixologist the sheet. The mixologist, obviously very confused, asked why he hadn't come to the counter himself. "Because he's; 'The most important high elf chief's son!' And rules don't apply to him." The mixologist still looked confused but with a hint of amusement this time. "Alright, well tell him his drink is coming up!" They answered. "Gladly." Stacy hissed sarcastically.
As she came over, she saw the high elf fussing over his nails, which Stacy noticed spelled out 'Ambrosious', the high elf's name. Talk about self-obsessed, she thought.
"So, how's my order going princess?" He purred lovingly. The sight was so revolting all that Stacy could manage to say was: "Ew."
She was about to punch the self-obsessed elf in the nose, when something brushed her right shoulder. She turned to see a familiar face. "Christian!" She exclaimed.