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My lazy plot: A man's man, a heart throb. He had it all except for a tiny little curse that has him transform into a girl whenever he expresses anger. That's what you get when you bully people, you never know who has the ability to turn your life upside down. Then you throw in someone who finds joy in your misery, only if you deserve it of course, and this mans man certainly deserve it.

Tristan Phillip McKenzie

Fold the laundry, make breakfast, ensure that all the kids were ready for school...and then work. That was basically how Tristan's mornings went- if he wasn't working the cafe in the morning and afternoons, then he was working in at a bar in the more..expensive end of town. The only reason he had landed that job- was because of his looks- and his ability to put on the charm when he needed to. Of course Tristan wasn't as sweet and kind as he usually put on, he didn't have the energy to act like that at home with four younger siblings and a mother who...well, acted as young as his youngest brother.

A long drawn out yawn pulled the males lips apart as he changed into his uniform for the cafe- a pair of black pants, a white blouse and dark blue tie. 'Good morning Tristan!' a extremely chipped voice greeted him, as well as a big hug from behind. The male simply turned his head to look at the girl who had tackled him- "Hey Angela" He voiced, putting on a smile as she let him go. She reminded him of his brothers so her closeness didn't particularly bother him- though it was probably pretty obvious that she had a crush on him, not that he noticed himself. "See you on the floor okay? I need to go man the till and count the cash" He stated- lifting a hand to ruffle the girls hair before walking past her.

After double checking the cash drawer and making sure everything was in order for opening he watched one of the other staff members open up the cafe and almost instantly they had people inside. It was perhaps half an hour after opening that a male dressed in dark clothes - his hood pulled up and glasses on walked into the cafe.

Tristan watched him cut in line- a slight frown tugging at his lips as he listened to the man make his order- not that he moved to actually ring the order in. "Good morning. I'm glad you know what you wish to order- but I hate to inform you, that you need to wait in line- like everyone else." He stated quite bluntly "Also- if you're here to mug the place...well, we don't have all that much" He added- implying that the man looked like a thug who was ready to hold up the cafe.

Tristan Phillip McKenzie

Tristan felt any semblance of kindness slip from him- a cold smile gracing the males lips as he looked at the man who was apparently rich, and extremely full of himself. "Well, this pitiful person, is one of the managers of this cafe. And I'll say it again. Wait your turn." He stated- before his smile turned warm as he looked past the man and to the woman behind him. "I believe you were next in line ma'am, before this man so rudely cut in front of you. Will you be having the usual? " he voiced, the tone of his voice much sweeter than before. She simply nodded hesitantly, eyeing the other man uncomfortably. "Ah, and because of the distress this man has caused you, your breakfast is on me" He added- ringing it through as a comp.

And thus he ensured the woman was taken care of- which took a few more minutes before he looked at the man once more. "Now- I'll take your order if you care to repeat it. And please, keep your change. We do not need your charity" He stated simply- keeping his gaze even and calm.