Donny was entirely focused on his work, too focused to notice the troublemakers coming in. Most of the cafe's customers looked like your average nerd and geek; skinny guys wearing graphic t-shirts about their favorite anime and talked very loudly or fat guys who had trouble breathing and leered at the waitresses. Despite their quirks, they were good and respectable customers, even if people looked down on them. This was their sanctuary and they wouldn't do anything to harm it. The same couldn't be said of these guys. They looked casual, which wasn't odd, but the air around them said they were looking for trouble rather than cake. This was telling when one of them complained about an order.

They wanted a chocolate parfait which Donny knew how to make well enough. While a bit rushed, he came out perfectly. But not to the customer. Whatever his complaints were, they were pointless; that he didn't like the taste, that it was a bit melted, and generally was being an ass. He demanded to see the manager. He was, unfortunately, not in because he had to do a delivery (The cafe has no couriers). Than he demanded to see the chef. Though Donny was only the assistant chef, he took it upon himself to step out. The actually chef tried to stop him, but Donny shook his head. [b]"I was the one who made his dish. I'll take responsibility."[/b] The head chef looked at Donny sternly before stepping out of the way. "If you do anything drastic, I won't promise that I can' save you." Donny smiled as he walked out.