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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Coffee Shop > Apartment
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Maddy was in quite a good mood for the day, working through the final moments of shift as he created a small rabbit with the white foam atop the drink he was making. A dimpled smile crept up on him as he watched his work and hoped the customer would have a brightened day by it. [Color=99CC00]"Karen, I have your medium latte ready."[/color] He called out as he set the drink down on the counter, watching a middle aged woman with short blonde hair make her way up to him with a clear scowl on her face. Perhaps thia rabbit was exactly what she needed? A little show of kindness to help alleviate whatever was souring her day. What he hadnt known was that the scowl was for him, but he was soon to find that out, as would the rest of the establishment. 

"What is that?! I asked for an ICED latte! Iced! And you think you deserve fifteen dollars an hour plus tip? Ha! You can't even make a simple order right! Remake it, I'll keep this one as well and I just hope you know you've lost my business from now on." The woman huffed as she snatched the mug from the counter, shaking the drink onto the counter and ruining the art he had worked so hard on. 

[Color=99CC00]"I-I-I'm s-sorry m'am. I'll re-re-redo it for you r-ri-"[/color]
He was immediately cut off before he could finish. Her sunglasses now tilted halfway down her nose as her blue eyes glared daggers at him, scanning him up and down before speaking. 
"Well out with it boy! I don't have a d-d-day" her tone was cruel and an obvious mockery of the speech impediment that he had gotten from years of abuse. Maddy simply dropped his head down, looking at the machine before him as he grabbed the beans to grind and begin her drink anew. As he reached for the container, a familiar hand was placed above it, his friend Carroll who happened to be the store manager. 

"You're right about one thing, you wont be a customer hear anytime in the future. We dont tolerate people treating our employees that way and we certainly don't condone mocking others. Take your latte and leave, you wont be getting that remake." Carroll voice was cool and collected, her eyes stern as she practically breathed fire at the woman who bow seemed shocked and appalled that anyone would dare to speak to her in such a manner.

"Ha! I'll ruin your business. You'll get no stars from me on Yelp!" The woman tossed the drink onto the ground, spilling the milk and coffee everywhere as she made for the door. "Have fun cleaning that up." It wasn't often, but customers like her did exist, and they preyed on mom and pop shops like this knowing that this sort of behavior would award them free items and giftcards at larger chains that could afford it. As the bell above the door jingled upon her exit, you could see Maddys eyes welling up as he tried his hardest not to cry. His hands trembled, still placed upon the bean container as he just stared off. Carroll walked over placing a hand on his shoulder knowing too well what he was feeling. "Go ahead and go home. You're shifts almost over anyways, I'll be over later with chinese ok?"

Maddy simply nodded at her as he slowly made his way from behind the bar and took off his apron, hanging it on the hook and walking out to his bicycle to make his way back to his apartment. As he rode his bike back, beads of tears flew freely and into the air behind him, wondering what he did wrong? Why did so many people love to pick on him and abuse him? Was he not worthy of love? Did he do something to deserve this? Was it his fault? The thoughts wouldnt shake free, clinging to him as he fetched the mail from his box and took the elevator up to his apartment on the fourth floor. As he opened it up he noticed a purple jacket left on his couch, probably from Colby. He was such a space case sometimes. 

Maddy went over to the couch and laid his face into the jacket. It still smelled like him. Did he leave it on purpose? No, theres no way he'd be able to be loved, especially by him. Regardless, Maddy slid into the jacket, zipping it up and allowing himself to be engulfed by it as if he were being hugged by Colby. He shifted his position, head hanging off the edge of the couch as his feet dangled in the air about the couches backing, upside down. There was only one letter today. It was made of thick parchment, and written in a calligraphy pen. As his eyes scanned the letter over and over again he went through many stages of emotion and thoughts. Was this a prank? Was this finally the moment he had felt was coming for so many years? As he thought about the possibilities, he saw the purple of the jacket and wondered if it was a sign? He had always felt a Kindred spirit to Colby, perhaps he was the friend who was mentioned in the letter, but why all the secrecy? Three days...he'd finally know I'm three day's.