Maya Abbott's Story

Domonic Castell

Domonic nodded as he listened to the girl, "Ah i see. New folks seem to arrive everyday. Most go straight into hiding though, not a cafe at the crack of dawn." He chuckled, looking out the large glass windows and seeing the black sky starting to lighten.

He looked over the girl again, "As for thrift stores, they aren't hard to find. In a town like Redwash, there's a pretty penny to be made in things people want to get rid of."

He grabbed a stray coffee mug with the intent on cleaning it, "The closest one however is a couple blocks down from here to the left." He walked over to the large sink behind the counter and turned on the hot water. She was gonna need a clean cup to drink out of, so it seemed as good a time as any to start washing dishes. Though, the sweets and small things to eat needed to be done before he opened. And he hoped he could get it done in time. Domonic thought to himself as he took a soapy sponge to the mug.

After the mug was washed and he placed it down to dry he was about to ask her what she would like when she cut him off by asking if she could help with anything.

Domonic bit his lip in thought, "...Well, are you good at following a recipe?" He asked her. His usual smile still on his face as another soft knock came from the front door. He looked up to see another young girl. He chuckled to himself, "Two in one morning before opening. Jesus Domonic, what have you gotten into." he thought, looking the second girl over. His smile grew a little as he noticed the apron she was wearing being from the bakery up the street, and he waved her in.

Domonic Castell

"No, i'm not open yet. But no worries. All is well." He said softly, taking the bag from her.

"Make sure to tell him thank you for me." He smiled as she glanced around the shop. It wasn't much to look at. It was simple and just how he liked it. The floors were a light hard wood and he had tables and chairs to match. The walls were a dark blue and covered with art he had collected over the years and the ceiling was black with constellations scattered across it. He had always loved the stars and astrology. Ever since he and Amira and snuck out and laid in the family garden together as she talked his ear off telling him the stories behind each one.

If anyone had been watching close enough they would have seen a slight frown flash across Domonic's face as he shook the thought from his head. Why did he always seem to reminisce about everything? He would be doing so good and then something would remind him of one thing or another and it was back to square one. He turned to hide his face and placed the bag down on the counter behind him as his mother's words flashed though his mind.

"You'll burn in hell for such sinful thoughts. You dirty urchin. I knew from the start you'd be a bastard and make my life miserable." He winced, they still pinched a little to remember. It was a week before the family decided to disown him that he heard those words.

With a deep breath Domonic cleared his head. This was no time to get mopey, he had guests. He turned back around. His smile returned and looked towards the girl who was first in his shop. "Well miss if you're confident you can do it, would you come back to the kitchen and start prepping the food items for today?" He asked cheerfully.

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Domonic turned his attention to the girl in the apron, "No it's alright miss. You're on the job right now. I couldn't take you away from that and possibly get you in trouble. Thank you for the offer though." Domonic decided to continue washing dishes as he waited for the dark haired girl's answer.

"By the way you two, What are your names?" He asked over his shoulder as he filled the large skin with warm, soapy water.

A third knock came to the door and Domonic shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe this is a warning on how busy today will be." He thought to himself, turning back around to see who it was. Through the glass he could make out a young boy with large eyes as he peaked his head in to ask if the cafe was open.

He smiled and waved the boy in, "No, I'm not open but you're welcome to come in."

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Domonic smiled at the boy, "Oh it's quite alright. As long as you start a rampage of destruction you can stay as long as you want. You don't even have to buy anything if you don't want too." He eyed the boy. He seemed quite young. Domonic assumed he might be a runaway.

Domonic had turned to turn off the sink faucet when Maya walked back in.
"Did he now? Well since my first guest has gone mute would you like to take up the offer to start making food?" He asked after she had a asked the boy a question.

He started filling the sink with the dirty dishes from the previous day. "I open in about an hour and i have nothing in the oven yet."