He noded and did so with a big smile "here's your plate, enjoy your food".
"Mika, can you do the dishes ?"
He noded and did so with a big big smile.
"Mika ! can you prepare the ingredients please"
He noded and did so with a Big Big smile.
Noon came, "Mika, this is for table 9 please", the smile had been drained as well as his energy, "hm".
It was always like that, at some point he would become liveless wondering what was the point of all this ?
Moreover, what had happened that night hadn't helped. Opening up to a stranger was okay, as long as he knew it was the first and last time they would talk, but it wasn't the case here.
He was feeling awful for having told alll that to Jake like a brainless bastard.
Later in the night, he was drinking outside when he got a call from Lia.
"yo ! Just to tell you there is a change in the shedule, I wasn't sure if you saw on the group chat so I'm telling you, tomorow morning we're redoing the first scene but this time Jake asked his chef to borrow the bar for some hours and he accepted, normally all our shedule are good on thursdays, it's good for you ?"
"hm-hm"
His project to sleep until 12am to recover from his futur hangover was doomed but it, in fact, extended his desire to drink.
"cool see you tomorow"
"see you"
It began to rain and Mika stayed under it, appreciating its spitting till he sneezed went to sleep.
Whereas Jake didn't went to bed at the hour he was supposed to.
A trivial detail, at first sight.
He had been writting on a romance for months but there was a reason he had set a limit of time to his hobby.
Because he hadn't writte for the past weeks, to busy with the project , now he couldn't stop at all.
The wish of writting appeared after that night.
The first sentence he wrotte was 'If you were heartless you wouldn't be crying like that'.
Back then he should have said that.
2am passed and his fingers were still taping fastly on the touches of his laptop, his imagination wandering in an unreachable place.
He had began adding happenings that had occured since he met Mika to mix it with the story he was currently working on.
After a while, one of the characters was slowly mingling with someone.
Someone from outside world, Mika whom was haunting his mind.
And when the bridge between 4am and 5am was about to be traversed, the writter had forgot it wasn't Mika.
He was imagining Mika spreading his legs, not for the main character of the story, but for himself.
Jake meets Mika, Mika meets Jake, and then bit by bit all shatters. A messed up barman/video maker with an invading hobby and a complicated guitarist can engender a puzzling futur, even more when one of them cannot run away from his unhinged mind.
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