I can’t believe my parents. I mean, we’re rich, so why can’t I just stay at our mansion, throw parties, and hang out with my gang? Instead, I’m getting stuck in their cutesy little cafe they own and making coffee and pastries! Do you have any idea how much this cut time on my hobbies?

Shooting guns, archery, axe throwing, working out, fighting, running with my best bud, my dog named Charlie, and hanging out with my gang buddies or gambling, y’know, fun and illegal stuff! I promise I’m not some crazed delinquent, though. I just have a rougher lifestyle.

But, I have to admit, I’m actually kinda glad I’m working here in fall, with the whole atmosphere and smells and these are my favorite kind of coffees and pumpkin treats. So, at least there’s a small upside to this unexpected job.