Mr Moose
Today, a sudden tragedy fell in my cafe, a neighbouring cafe owner and cook burst into our cafe and started shouting and threatening me. I am trying my best to be calm with him and calm him down, but he isn't listening. What do I do? My customers are watching, and even Mr Edgar is here.
"Please, sir, why don't you leave for now?" My heart is aching now, and my nose is also tingling. I think I am gonna cry now.
Excuse me, sir," said Mr Edgar, "don't you have any manners left in you? When he is asking you to leave during his business hours, I think you should leave.
Excuse me ?" the cafe owner, " what do you mean, and who are you to be involved in this matter? Stay out of this
No, sir," Mr Edgar, " I think I should call the police and report you or your cafe, perhaps, or you trespassing on another person's property, verbally misbehaving, damaging their image not just this but also emotionally triggering them and behaving in a non-civilian way should I or you know how to leave the cafe.
With the last sentence, the cafe owner's face showed different colours, he sewed his mouth, and with a half-trembling and fidgeting pointy finger, he left the place.
All my customers gathered and said that they'd never leave me and that they knew that the cafe owner was here because of jealousy. They also said they liked my bun and me the most. In all this, Mr Edgar never spoke and just smiled at me.
Afterwards, when Mr Edgar left the cafe, our waitress brought me a letter. She said she found it on Mr Edgar's table, and it was addressed to me. To me, it felt like she had already read the letter. She smiled at me, jabbed me in my ribs and left me, giggling.
"You and your cafe's peace are the most precious treasure of my life.
and I will always protect and care for you, with all my might "
I....I...just now heard a tinkle in my heart and soon after, a sheer pain within my chest. A longing to see someone dear to me engulfed my heart. I am eagerly waiting for the morning.
.....................................................................................
Mr Edgar
What did I do? That page was not meant to be left there. Arggghh, I want to pull my hair away. ( he said that while he actually pulled his hair.)
I thought as I looked outside the window and saw the Fourtables cafe, that my weird habit of writing love messages to Mr Moose while sitting in the cafe had finally turned on me. I can't just go back and ask to give the letter back. This can break his heart, and what if he liked it? Oh no, what if he didn't like it? This could mean that I'll never be able to see or visit the cafe ever again. Wahhh
There are way too many possibilities. What should I do.? Should I call Chris?
Thank you for reading.
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