I need to know... are there any other 6 foot girlys out there who just want to feel protected and loved and not like you have to be everyone's bodyguard because "you're the biggest in the group"? Any other 6 foot girlys who want to feel loved and get princess treatment but "sorry you're too tall for me"? Idk I just need to feel not so alone in this yk?
Summary: In this café, where people usually enjoy their coffee, after 12 a.m., the actual customers arrive, posing a risk to the temporary owner's life as she works here.
Character: F!Reader x Nick Fowler x Loki
Chp 1, Chp 2 .-
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'Ring.' The sound of your alarm woke you.
You grumbled and rubbed your eyes with your fingers. Grabbing your phone, you saw it was already 10 a.m. Your sleeping schedule had also shifted because of the café's late hours.
The café had already been opened by your morning shift employee, who also knew the true purpose of the café. But it was your duty to handle the midnight guests.
After a quick shower, you headed to the grocery store to buy ingredients. There would be five midnight customers tonight. Most of them were regulars, but one had a specific request. He liked anything with mint—mint chocolate cake, mint iced coffee, cold brew.
When you arrived at the café, you immediately started making the cake. Your hands moved swiftly and efficiently, mixing the ingredients, baking, and finally decorating the cake with a minty touch.
Once the cake was done, you continued with the night shift, taking orders from students, nurses, and other night owls. The café bustled with activity, but your mind was on the midnight guests.
'Clink.'
The bell on the back door rang, signaling that the special customers had arrived.
You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and carefully placed five drinks and the mint cake on a tray. With a determined expression, you carried the tray towards the private room, ready to face whatever the night had in store.
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As usual, guards were stationed at the private room's door.
When you walked in, you saw that all the customers were already seated at their respective tables. But something was off. There were supposed to be five customers, but there were six. The unknown guest was sitting with regular, Nick Fowler.
Nick Fowler, according to the information from your uncle, was a CIA agent. However, he was actually a triple agent and a broker. Your uncle had even noted: "Don’t trust him."
“There it is. You’re worth the wait,” Nick said with a smile as he saw you come in with his favorite treats.
You nodded at him, noting how he always wore a nice suit to project the image of a gentleman. But you knew better; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Your eyes shifted to the woman with red hair seated beside him. Noticing your gaze, Nick explained, “She’s my ex, and we need to talk.”
You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything and left his table. If your uncle were here, he would have kicked Nick out for not mentioning he was bringing someone in his booking note. But you weren't your uncle. You'd probably be dead if you tried to kick Nick out of the café.
You moved to another table to deliver their drinks, then stopped at one in particular. This customer always ordered the same thing: a hot Americano.
He also always came on the same day. Professor Loki.
Handing him his drink, you observed him for a moment. His presence was as mysterious as his name suggested, and he always seemed to be deep in thought.
From his info, you learned that Loki is a nuclear physicist, mathematician, and, most dangerously, an expert in poison—especially snake venom.
He seems dangerous, but he’s the only customer who remains calm and acts like a normal patron. He opens his laptop and starts working, unlike other killers who clean their weapons while enjoying their coffee.
“Thank you, dear,” Loki says with a British accent.
You nod and finally leave. Tonight might be different from yesterday since most of the killers here tonight are in the calm category, unlike Lloyd.
You open your phone and decide to watch a series to pass the time. But then you hear something.
‘THUD!’
You run to the private room and see Nick already on the ground. He looks pale and is struggling to breathe.
The woman is already being detained by the guards.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, your heart pounding as you enter the scene.
Loki was already checking on Nick, his face calm and composed. He adjusted his reading glasses and examined the scene carefully.
“It looks like he’s been poisoned,” Loki said, his voice steady. “Most likely a mix of aconite and snake venom. We need to neutralize it quickly. Do you have any activated charcoal in your first aid kit?”
You nodded, trying to keep your panic in check. “I think we have that.” You ran to grab the first aid kit, your heart racing.
As you hurried away, Loki glanced at the woman who had been detained. “Mace, was it?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of curiosity. He heard Nick say her name before he fainted.
Mace glared back at him but said nothing, her eyes filled with defiance.
Loki looked at Mace, his eyes cold. "You made a mistake coming here. It must have been Nick who invited you. Don’t you know attempting to murder a regular faces severe consequences?”
Mace glared at Loki with anger.
Loki chuckled. “Nick is a smart man. He also chose the same day I visit this café. He had it coming.”
Mace glanced at the door, realizing she had no way to escape. Her only hope was you.
“No,” Loki continued, reading her thoughts. “She can’t help you. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t know all the rules of this place.” He went to his suitcase and picked out a syringe and a small bottle of liquid.
Mace's eyes widened, and she tried to scream, but the guards had gagged her. “Emrgh!”
Loki drew the liquid into the syringe. “It’s a new discovery from a snake I found in the Amazon,” he explained with a sinister calm.
He injected the poison into Mace's neck, his demeanor calm as he enjoyed his work. “If we let you leave, you would hold a grudge against this place. I can’t let you do that.”
Mace shivered, her body feeling hot and cold at the same time. She glanced at Nick, who was still struggling to breathe and cursed him for bringing her to this café. She had thought it was just a regular coffee shop. She never imagined it was filled with killers.
Slowly, she lost consciousness.
Just then, you appeared, carrying the first aid kit. “I found it,” you said, breathless.
Loki grabbed the kit from you and found the antidote for Nick. “He will live,” he said calmly.
You sighed in relief, then realized Mace was missing. “Where is she?”
“The guards are taking her to the car,” Loki replied, standing up and returning to his table. He continued his work as if nothing had happened.
The other three guests remained unfazed by the commotion.
You shivered and bowed slightly. “Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll bring snacks.” You hurried back to the front of the café.
Loki watched you leave, a chuckle escaping his lips. This was why he liked this place—a sanctuary for people like him, where there was no judgment.
Even though the urge to kill each other sometimes surfaced, it was the only place that fit people like him. And the bonus was having a cute, innocent barista like you. Seeing you trying your best to serve killers was amusing while clearly being scared.
He hoped your uncle would stay in the hospital a bit longer.
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