Charlie Renwald
An overwhelming smell of burning filled the small café, overpowering the tranquilizing aroma of pastries and coffee that had once before created a warm environment. Little Charlie Renwald, face stuck in a horrified expression, staggered out of the back room and collapsed on the floor. She hurriedly stood up, brushing off her small apron and standing perfectly still before the manager of the shop barreled out of the room after her.
"MS. RENWALDS!" The woman barked, face contorted in rage.
"Yes, ma'am?" She questioned in a thick British accent, eyes wide and feigning innocence.
"This is the LAST STRAW. You come in late the first day and break our coffee machine. I think to myself, well, this is a newbie and she's going to be nervous. You come in the next day and FALL INTO OUR WEDDING CAKE WE'D BEEN WORKING ON FOR A WEEK. I give you one last chance, and you come in today and nearly set my café on fire! Well, now YOU'RE fired!"
"I will say, ma'am, that that was some clever word play. However, it's very upsetting that I have to leave now."
"Yes, you do. Goodbye." She waved her off and turned around, sighing in frustration.
"May I stay for a tea? The tea here is absolutely incredible."
"WHATEVER, just make it quick!" She snarled before disappearing again.