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As quickly as Elliot had appeared, he had disappeared.
It was a shame really, he liked Elliot. They had become almost brotherly over the years that he'd been dating Aliana. They could usually hold friendly banter, which would have been monumentally more entertaining than mixing and decorating coffee all day. Not that he was complaining, he was good at mixing and decorating coffee. It was just tedious.

The thing about working at the Java Cafe was that you unintentionally got to see a lot of drama. It was funny how people loved to drag their dirty laundry into little cafes for reviewal. [i]Everyone[/i] liked coffee and a [i]lot[/i] of people had unnecessary drama going on in their lives. It was a little more uncomfortable when he [i]knew[/i] the people. 

For Elliot's sake, he hoped Aliana took pity upon his soul. The Zima girl [i]had[/i] looked infatuated by him. Her stare had come off as starstruck and Elliot had practically been flushing to the roots of his hair. The pictures would look [i]bad[/i], he wouldn't blame Aliana if she found them offensive. He just hoped Elliot remembered to mention him if things got [i]too[/i] heated, he had heard enough to give an accurate run down of the situation. 

It was a little worrisome, actually. He didn't like them to argue too much. He entertained himself in listening to orders and painstakingly putting together cups of coffee. He was good at this, it was easy to absorb himself in things that he was talented at. He just had to keep his focus and try not to get distracted by the influx of people going in and out. 

Being the barista was good, not too many people expected conversation with him. The few that did were usually regulars and they knew him by name. Every so often, his siblings would come through and he knew their orders by heart. He liked it best when his brother swept through, they didn't see each other nearly enough anymore. While he understood his brother's estrangement, it didn't make him miss him any less.

As he worked, he found himself answering curious inquiries about the festivities that were happening tomorrow. He wasn't excited about being his parents personal advertiser but he tried to sell it. The more people that crowded around his parents, the easier it would be to sneak off with some alcohol. He could almost picture it now. He was slowly but surely ruling out that he'd have to make an appearance.

He kept his brain partially focused on the activity of coffee making and tried not to stress it. It was [i]one holiday[/i], even if he had to stand around and socialize all night then he'd try to make the best of it. Maybe it would be [i]good[/i] for him [i]or something[/i].
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