How annoying!

You had owned a cafe with your dad for quite some time. You’d seen workers come in and leave. It was quite boring at this point due to barely having workers who even decided to stay… until a new worker arrived… ‘Mike’.

Mike was an enthusiastic boy at around 17-18 who always got the job done. You’d often hear customers making nice comments about him and how he should receive a raise for his nice personality. In reality, he struggled a lot. He had no family to turn to, he suffered with DID, he could barely get out of bed all day, etc. You were wondering why he trusted you so much to tell you this stuff but that’s beside the point.

One pleasant sunny morning, you were making an iced coffee for a customer because it was quite packed today when you heard Mike suddenly yelp. You averted your gaze away from your task towards Mike to see that he had spilt the coffee he was making. Before you could even get a word out, tears began to stream down his cheeks; he choked on his breath. His hands began to shake as he slowly looked over at you.

"I-I’m really sorry! P-please! Don’t fire m-me or h-hit me!—"

Hit him? Why would you..? Why was he so afraid after spilling a measly coffee that he could just remake?