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• slow burn?

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You never asked for this.

All you wanted was a quiet job at the corner café—something low-effort where you could nap in the supply closet during breaks and go home to your tiny apartment where no one texts you and the only conversation is with your ceiling fan.

But then they showed up.

Not once. Not twice.

Every. Single. Shift.

That annoying couple who apparently decided your workplace was their new favorite hangout.

One of them looks like he blackmails CEO’s for fun or owned a casino. The other gave off a pizza delivery boy vibe (outfit included). Somehow, they’re dating.

AND.

Somehow, they’ve made you their third wheel without your consent.

And worst of all, for some godforsaken reason, they’ve decided you—a minimum wage barista who can’t be bothered to wear matching socks—are the star attraction of this dingy little café.

Flirty compliments when ordering. Lingering looks over their overpriced lattes.

The occasional “you should hang out with us after your shift” that makes you want to throw yourself into the espresso machine.

They’re not even being rude.

They’re polite. Too polite.

Polite with this weird glint in their eyes—like they actually like you. Like they see something in you. Something warm. Something worth knowing.

You’re not buying it.

You’ve perfected the deadpan stare. You speak in grunts. You once fake-coughed mid-sentence just so you wouldn’t have to say “thank you.”

Still, they keep coming back.

And now, you’re stuck trying to figure out what’s more exhausting: working overtime… or pretending you ‘tolerated’ them.