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“You don’t have any left?!” Surtr’s voice raised, her tone of voice becoming aggressive and loud. The girl's fist slammed onto the counter, the sound of coins and change clinking against the cashier could be heard. “That just– It doesn’t make sense!” She crossed her arms, biting back a scowl.
“I don’t know what to tell you.” The cashier said bluntly. His posture straightened up as he pushed back his glasses, he was so damn annoying. “We ran out of the spicy chicken ramen soup, there’s none.” He explained, for the gazillionth time. “N-O-N-E, none .”
“That’s not fair!” The redhead exclaimed, stomping her foot onto the ground. “I come here everyday–”
“Lots of people come here everyday.” He interrupted Surtr, sorting items on the back shelf that had fallen.
“I’m the only one who buys those damn cups–”
“I’ve scanned multiple people’s bags who had those cups.” The boy interrupts again, turning his head back at the girl. “I know the sign up here says ‘Customers first’ and all that.” The cashier looks at the sign, which hangs from the wall. “But–”
“Ok well!” She interrupts him, brows furrowing. Her eyes dash over towards his shirt, searching for a nametag. When her eyes finally find said nametag, the name ‘Thorns’ is plastered on there in messy black marker. “ Thorns .” The redhead says his name like it’s disgusting, a bad word to say even. “You don’t know how important those spicy chicken ramen cups are to me!”
“You’re right.” Thorns shrugged lightly. “I don’t, simply because I don’t depend on a singular food to give me nutrients.” He hummed, Surtr’s teeth clenched against each other. Her hands balled up into fists as she attempted to remain ‘polite’ or ‘calm’.
“You’ve got to have at least one cup somewhere.” Surtr stated. She pointed at a door which was right next to Thorns, labeled ‘Staff Room.’ “I know you have one there.” The redhead tilted her head at Thorns, while still maintaining her deadly glare. However, the same stare appeared to have no effect on the worker.
“Do you seriously think that a worker like me would stash a ramen cup in a Staff Room ?” He raised a brow, his mouth was slightly open either from confusion or resisting an urge to vomit. “If you want it so badly, then surely someone on the team must want it as badly as you. So it would remain futile to–”
“Blah, blah blah!” Surtr rolled her eyes. “You know what? I’m leaving!” She threw her arms into the air, stomping onto the ground again. She needed to go kick a tree, or break a trash can in some rural part of town. “Keep your fucking ramen, I don’t want it!” The redhead scoffed as she hurriedly walked towards the door.
As the door flew open, she aggressively stomped out, only to slam the door behind herself. The bell echoed the place as there was nobody talking, and Thorns could only sigh. How many more customers will I have to deal with that act in such a childish manner? Is all he could really think of at the moment. He took a deep breath, brushing nonexistent scum off of his shirt as he walked over to the cashier.
“Bro.” He heard someone say in a flabbergasted manner, the black-haired boy twirled his head around to face a familiar face. The weird hair dye choice, the weird slang nobody understood why he used, it was Elysium.
“The girl? Yes, I’m aware.” Thorns replied, finishing the other sentence.
“What did you do to get her so mad?” Elysium asked, leaning on one of the shelves behind Thorns. The black-haired boy simply shrugged, he really didn’t do much at all. All he said was that they didn’t have any ramen left, and that he truly wasn’t hiding it in the staff room.
“I don’t know,” Thorns shrugged. “She probably was just having a bad day, I’ll give her a strike just for now.” The cashier pushed back his glasses again, as they began to slip off. He made a mental note that if he saw that girl again, he would definitely speak to her formally about the matter.
Later that day, Surtr came back and apologized with a small cup of ice cream.