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Jagger didn't hear Fiona come up behind him, her voice causing the bright fairy to jump a little. [color=ec008c]"Summer theme drink?"[/color] He echoed, cyan eyes flashing towards the flaming entity with a look of curiosity. He glanced up towards the ceiling as the idea swirled around in his head, he could just imagine cute little drinks and how happy the customers would be with them. He looked back to Fiona with a large smile, [color=ec008c]"I'll be glad to talk with him"[/color] He said quickly before they could walk away to help out with whatever needed done. As he observed the people slowly trickling in and his workers running about taking orders, he sighed wistfully.

A year ago he wouldn't have been able to imagine himself in such a situation. No, just a year ago he was a sad and bitter fairy who wanted nothing to do with the world. He would have much rather holed himself up in a room than be surrounded by people like he was now. He forget who or what caused him to start the cafe but he was glad he did. Though while there were people and creatures all around he didn't really have anyone close he could talk to, his best friend ended up leaving on an emergency trip and that left Jagger alone. The male shook his head, this was no time to be feeling down! He had a business to run! Playing the good cafe owner he tried to be, Jagger started to go around to each table to chat and check up on the customers.

After that was done Jagger moved off to the side and turned so that the whole cafe was in his view, tilting his head to one side as various ideas and thoughts began to enter his mind. He had to get this place ready for the talent show later that evening, while most of it would be done via illusion he still wanted touchable decorations to add a sense of realism as well. There was also the matter of drinks and food that he had to confirm as well, he wanted lots of people to come to the event so he wanted to make sure his chefs could handle it.

The pink-haired male rubbed his temples as he thought. There was so much to do for one person, now that Q was gone so much had been dumped on him that it was beginning to stress him out. [i]"I need an assistant...."[/i] he thought to himself as he moved to the coffee machine and made himself a cup, heaping tons of sugar and creamer into the dark liquid.

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