Kinda on a posting spree here for @doodledrawsthings ""coffee shop au"", but I just really, really like it. Have some conversation between MJ, Cherry and Maya, with a Luka in the background. I just hope I didn't write anyone ooc.
Conversations about cryptids
„So you really saw him then?“
„‘Course I did, Cherry! Even got proof!“ Maya grinned widely, before tapping away at her phone, only to bring up a picture of what was distinctly noodle-shaped, purple and equipped with a glowing Jack-o-lantern face.
„That’s the Boss. Not the best pic, but recognizable, eh?“
„As much as I appreciate that you bring in money like this, could you please stop staying up late for… what did you call it again? Snatcher-Watch? You’re fifteen, that’s too young for a coffee addiction.“ MJ interrupted the two teenagers in front of him, barely glancing at the phone that suddenly was thrust into his face.
„But Mr. MJ! We have an actual cryptid in town, with evidence!“
„So basically like Mothman. Picture evidence is not always seen as truth, Maya.“ MJ rubbed his eyes, just managing to keep himself from smirking. He could hear Luka coughing and choking in the background, apparently having overheard the conversation.
„You’re a party pooper, Mr. MJ. And here I thought you’d be cool, because you have blue hair.“ Maya blew up her cheeks and crossed her arms. She did have evidence! She and Cherry saw the Boss, so far the only ones, but they did!
„Now take your coffee and go to class. It is school time, right?“
„Uh… no… we have summer break, Mr. MJ. The only reason I even managed to stay up that late!“
„Yeah! No school means more time to try and find Boss again!“ MJ raised an eyebrow at Cherry’s enthusiasm, before turning around when he heard an almost painful wheezing sound. Luka stood bent over in the corner, one hand on the corner of a table, another near his stomach.
„You okay there?“
„Just… peachy.“ The answer was wheezed back, a slight reverb to the words, but so little and hard to pick up on that it was a wonder MJ noticed it at all.
„Go in the back room, man. You’re worse a hazard than Hattie.“ Luka gave him a pained grin with teeth just an edge too sharp before quickly hurrying into said back room.
„Whoa, what’s going on with him?“
„Single parent with coordination issues due to lack of sleep.“ Was the dry reply.
„Believe it or not, but baristas suffer from caffeine addiction too, especially ones with children. Not always a good thing.“ MJ sighed, before nudging the coffee closer to the two teenagers.
„Oh man. Tell him to get some sleep, yeah? Gotta go now, still have some groceries to get.“ Maya mumbled the last part, cradling the cup close while inhaling the scent.
„Aaah, the scent of sleepless nights. See ya, Mr. MJ, Cherry!“ she waved cheerily before trudging outside.
„Your club is one hell of a hodgepodge of people, isn’t it?“
„As if you’re someone to talk, Mr. MJ.“
„Touché, Cherry.“ MJ chuckled. He guessed that a shapeshifting local cryptid single-father, Clover, Hattie, Bonnie and him did count as a hodgepodge of people.