The café was quiet in the rising sun's light, pastel pink walls and lace curtains all around. Ivan arrived ten minutes early, as he usually did, walking into the changing room to get into his uniform.

He slipped the bunny-ear headband onto his head, the grey colour just a bit lighter than his hair. He turned around, ready to exit and get situated at the counter—until he spotted it.

Across from where he changed was Till's shirt, lazily hung up on the hanger it was placed on by the silver haired man it belonged to. For a second, Ivan just stared at it, before a smile crept up on his lips. He approached the button-up, plucking it off the hanger and proceeding to place it in his bag.

It was just a joke, probably, it's not like Till would actually go out without his shirt.

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"You're late, again. By six minutes." Luka stated, voice void of emotion and clipboard in hand as he gazed at Till who had just come in, slightly out of breath as if he had run over to get here.

Till just groaned, muttering a small "sorry" to his boss before disappearing into the back. Thirty seconds passed, before a voice shot through the back.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE'S MY SHIRT!?"

Luka's head peeked into the room,  his expression neutral, maybe just slightly annoyed, "Quiet down."

"No— but— you don't get it! My shirt was right here, I put it here!" Till stammered out, aggressively gesturing to the empty hanger with such energy, it was hard to believe it was seven in the morning.

Luka just rolled his eyes as if used to tantrums from their youngest employee. "Put something on and get out here already, hurry up. Table four has a spill by it."

The blond man proceeded to leave, leaving Till there standing, half in offense, half in embarrassment. He looked back to the hanger, a frown on his face. God, it was gonna be a long day.

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Ivan's eyes followed around Till as he scurried around the café—shirtless. He wore just some slacks, a tie, shoes, a bunny headband, and a sleeveless vest. Much unlike his own attire, Till hadn't had much covered. And honestly? It was captivating. He definitely didn't regret stealing his shirt.

Till let out a huff as he situated himself leaning on the counter, having finished cleaning the spill he was requested to. An angry blush had crept onto his neck, obviously embarrassed. Ivan, naturally, couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"Well," Ivan started, his eyes trailing way too obviously down to Till's chest, snaggletooth peaking out in his smile. "I like the new uniform."