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[h1][color=fff79a]Leon Kohlberg[/color][/h1]
[@Eklispe][@Leolycan][@Kiroue][/centre]
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His eyes figuratively rolled off of a cliff, softly snorting in disdain whilst retrieving the used towels from the mess.  [color=fff79a]"Of course, of course.  I don't know about you, but picking a fist fight so that you'll be late is not really the best choice as of the moment, Alex."[/color]  Leon fixed his apron, and folded the towels neatly in a pile.  Leon could only pray to whatever deity deigned to listen that this woman did not misunderstand him (which, probably, she did).  Scratch that, she was totally out of his 'nice people' list.  If she took it the wrong way, then, it's her problem; and, if she did think of herself as hot (in the physical sense), then, she might need to see an ophthalmologist... or an eye surgeon-- whichever works best.  Leon not only felt hot in his head, but also his skin.  It seemed as if someone turned on the heater...  or someone was the heater.  His eyes glided subtly to the woman, eyeing her carefully.  Then, and there, he knew that this was not the coffee anymore.  Perhaps Global Warming had decided to invade this little café as evidenced when he felt rather extra chilly upon meeting the blue-eyed maiden, and, now, torrid just by being beside this eyeliner-stricken vixen.  [color=fff79a]"Oh, and it's Leo the Lion, [i]madame[/i].  Not Hercules."[/color]  he jested gently before noticing how she was messily cleaning up the table.  

Knowing that if she kept it up, her laptop would be the one to suffer the repercussions of a caffeine-injected beverage, Leon hoisted the laptop, and aided in cleaning the table anyway.  The sooner she was out of here, the sooner his life will return to normal (if having ghouls back at his apartment was considered normal, that is).  After the entire table was spick n' span, Leon straightened his posture, set down the gadget, and reacquired the used towelsfolding them neatly once more.  [color=fff79a]"As per Wi-Hi café policies, valued customers who spill their initial drinks within the establishment will be given a complimentary blueberry, whole wheat muffin."[/color]  the barista stepped back, tilting the purple-colored visor in a not-so sincere salute.  [color=fff79a]"[i]Thank you[/i] and you're [i]welcome[/i]."  [/color]He smiled, putting a much needed emphasis on gratitude since this irate consumer (who brought upon her own destruction; not to mention that she was obnoxiously loud a few minutes ago, and that it was because of her idiocy that caused angry red welts to spawn all over Leon's arm) who was not really taught the proper way to express 'thanks'.  [color=fff79a]"Please, do wait for a while whilst the muffin is being served."  [/color][i]You just wanted a free muffin, didn't you, eyeliner witch?[/i]  Leon thought grimly to himself.

Thus, the barista spun around, and headed to the storage room, dumping the coffee-stained towels into the washer before bounding off towards the counter where he once again met his colleague, Alex.  They were not really on the best of terms, but both of them came from unstable backgrounds.  Hence, Leon somewhat sympathizes with him.  [color=fff79a]"If you keep scowling like that, you'll chase the customers away."[/color]  Leon remarked coolly as he placed the muffin into the heater, setting it to 'warm'.  [color=fff79a]"Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm not interested in [i]her[/i], so you don't have to worry about me being a rival or something.  It's quite obvious, from the way you looked at her, that you fancy her face or something.  Go, and get her tiger."  [/color]the lad chuckled, handing the blueberry muffin on a plate to Alex. [color=fff79a] "Go, serve that thing to her.  I can't stand her for some reason.  It feels like a broiler near that woman."
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In the meantime, Leon prepared for his next, daunting task:  cleaning the glass doors.  Equipping his trusty utility belt at his waist, Leon headed for the café doors, and stepped outside.  He held the spray bottle in his right hand, and the squeegee in the other.  At least, he was away from that witch whilst he could still steal glances at that blue-eyed maiden under the guise of cleaning the doors.  Leon sprayed a bit of the mixture upon the surface before vertically wiping it with the squeegee.  However, the reflection of the glass revealed two guys with one of them having a cigarette between his lips.  Oh, how Leon hated cigarettes-- the bane of humanity.  It appeared that they were headed for the café, though, as evidenced when they actually were a few steps away from the door.  [color=fff79a]"Oh, I'm sorry, sirs,"  [/color]Leon spun around as he addressed the two potential guests.  [color=fff79a]"Smoking's not allowed inside.  Although, I can propose that you extinguish that smoke first, then, it's fine."  [/color]he pointed to the trashcan beside the door with an ashtray on top of it.  [i]Or, you stick that cigarette up your ass and spare others the burden of lung cancer, you dimwits.[/i]