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The hot chocolate burned his mouth. Garry wondered why he always ordered it here, it was always too damned hot. Or maybe, he was always too damned stupid. Either way, it was sweet. And speaking of sweet, he was quite personally craving something sweet. Although having a massive sweet tooth, he would never live a day to actually admit it. Putting his head up from the particularly sappy romance novel, he looked around to see the happenings:

Usual flirting. That one dark kid that all the waitresses fawned over. The girl who always ordered the same thing as himself -- that needed to stop, by the way -- he needed to switch things up himself. The man who always wore a military coat for whatever reason. And then there was the not so playful jealousy that ran rampant. Mischievous natures. To an extent, Garry almost found it cute.

Hesitating, he stopped one of the busy waitresses/waiters, [b]"Excuse me, I'd like a slice of strawberry shortcake,"[/b] he mumbled, almost flustered. God, he hated ordering from here -- for obvious reasons, though he'd never live a day to show it. After all, [i]he[/i] was too stoic for that.[/center]