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Cafe Luna {Sign-Ups OPEN} RP

(Though I prefer third, whatever you personally are most comfortable with it good!)

Amelia hears some glass shatter right as her song finishes. Not wanting to embarrass her by yelling, Amy gives Reem a look saying,
Clean that up, and act natural
She pulls out the sheet music for her for her favorite song, "Still Into You" It was a bit of a guilty pleasure song, but Amelia played it out, loud and proud.
 
As I walk away, I see Medusa throw a cake at the man.

"Nice." I think aloud.
 
I take a few more orders from nicer customers, and snicker as I watch the mean man wipe cake off of his face.
 
Ulrik would probably be having a heart attack if he was witnessing the acts performed by the new employment. But he's safely behind that heavy bakery door for now. He continues to sing a song, more contently this time, as he finishes packaging the bread for the homeless. He'd take a few of the buns and stash them in his personal bag, hiding them underneath his non-work clothes.
 
I pour some glasses of water and give them out to customers, I walk angrily back and forth.

Amelia ends the song casually in the middle, and goes to try and calm Medusa down.
"Medusa, I need your help!" She calls, starting to make some tea. She blushed, thinking about the cute guy she was currently crushing on. He came in at 10:45 everyday, always ordering a peppermint tea.
 
I go past the rude man with the cake on his head, I pour a glass of water his head, lean down next to him and smile evilly, almost villain like. "Here, let me help you get that off."
 
Ulrik would probably be having a heart attack if he was witnessing the acts performed by the new employment. But he's safely behind that heavy bakery door for now. He continues to sing a song, more contently this time, as he finishes packaging the bread for the homeless. He'd take a few of the buns and stash them in his personal bag, hiding them underneath his non-work clothes.

(I'm kind of in love with Ulrik XD He's just too awesome!)
 
Amelia ends the song casually in the middle, and goes to try and calm Medusa down.
"Medusa, I need your help!" She calls, starting to make some tea. She blushed, thinking about the cute guy she was currently crushing on. He came in at 10:45 everyday, always ordering a peppermint tea.

I go over to Amelia after and ask her, "What is it boss?"
 
I finish cleaning up the flour, and the oven I had the pastries in beeps. With oven gloves, I take them out of the oven.
 
Reem's shoulders suddenly act up, completely forgetting her medical issue (my shoulders hurts right now, might as well add it xD)
She rushes to her boss, telling her about her condition, "May I please have a short break? I'll rest for a bit and take painkillers or something"
 
I go past the rude man with the cake on his head, I pour a glass of water his head, lean down next to him and smile evilly, almost villain like. "Here, let me help you get that off."

Amelia watches in both admiration and horror as Medusa pours the water. Then, she hears a sound. It sounded like her Viola being played, horribly. Amy was enraged, and her hair whipped around as she sprinted out into the front room.
"GET THE F*** OFF OF THAT OR I'LL KICK YOUR SCRAWNY A**!"
She ignores both Medusa and Reem in her rage.
 
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"What the ****?" I think to myself as I see Amelia raging.
 
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Amelia watches in both admiration and horror as Medusa pours the water. Then, she hears a sound. It sounded like her Viola being played, horribly. Amy was enraged, and her hair whipped around as she sprinted out into the front room.
"GET THE F*** OFF OF THAT OR I'LL KICK YOUR SCRAWNY A**!"
She ignores both Medusa and Reem in her rage.
"YOU GO BOSS, GET SASSY AND KICK HIS A**!" I smirk, cheering her on.
 
(hehe)

Ulrik sets the timer for the bread that's in the oven and begins to roll some dough. He'd make dough of different consistencies and separate them by rolling them on different boards. A good ten or fifteen minutes would pass as he prepares rolls and loaves by putting them into their appropriate molds. With the timer still having around ten minutes left, he eyes the door with ambivalence as to whether or not he should check up on all these new workers.
 
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