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After the first day had passed, and he first got chewed out by his mom, Izzy had been doing his best to keep a low profile. He went to class, got his work done, tried not to cause too much chaos , and then went to work after. Most days were likes this...

For the most part, he didn’t mind, but today was different. His mom wanted more business for their cafe and insisted he took some time to slip advertisements into other student’s lockers. It didn’t seem to matter to her that there may have been something pretty dang sketch by slipping things into lockers, or using students for advertisements, she swore up and down that if he came home with a single coupon, he’d be forced to clean the fridges all by himself.

... So he did, and at the end of the day, he bolted out of the school, racing to get to the cafe before anyone could see him. Typically, he’d be in the kitchen, washing dishes or helping clean up... Today was not his day... Their front house workers called out, something about getting food poisoning, so it was up to Izzy and his brothers to serve the customers... Which, on a standard day, he’d minimally fuss about it...

Not today, not when it was only the third time wearing this frilly a** ‘uniform’ his mother was insistent on all the staff wear. It was nothing less than a maid outfit, but the dress was replaced with a pair of shorts. According to her it helped his ‘boyish charms’....

And he hated it.

Then he saw someone he recognized come in, looking around as if he had no sense in the world... And he nearly died right then and there.

How could Izzy not become a tomato when he heard his name called. Why, WHY of all the damned people in the school did it have to be this nerd showing up?!

He wanted to curse at him, kick him out and tell him not to come back, but he knew his mother was right there behind him, in the kitchen, watching him like a hawk and thinking ‘your a** is on thin ice’. There was no choice..

“... Welcome to DeLuna Crafts and Coffee...” Atleast there was a standard ‘script’ he could follow instead of making up crap on his own. “You can pick a craft you want to do, like origami, or macrame or crocheting, and one of our darling assistance will be happy to teach you how to do so. Along with that, we are here to serve you anything you’d like from our vast menu. We have coffee and teas, small meals, and pastries.”

... Nevermind. The script was just as mortifying. But as it was his job, he picked up one of the guide menus and shoved it into Toby’s hands. “Take a look.”

Damn this kid and his dumb smirk. Even Izzy’s ears felt hot, and every moment that passed made him want to crawl in a hole and die.

“Fancy knot tying.” Macrame was as simple as that, and pointed to the wall where an example of one dangled down as decoration. It specifically one that Izzy himself had done, with the shape of the moon and DELUNA tied in knots towards the bottom.

“... There’s also perl beads and bead keychains. You know, the ones where you make a splatted version of an animal with beads and rope. ... Do you have any idea of what you want to do?”

“Then why are you here? You can just get a coffee and leave.” There wasn’t anything that kept him from ordering and leaving, in fact, that’s what most people did. And it would make Izzy’s day better if he did too.

“What I really like doing doesn’t matter. You’re the customer, not me.” Even as he said this, he glance behind himself, making sure his mom wasn’t lurking behind him. “Different assistants have different skills. Just pick one already or leave, got it?”

“You do know that the crafting session costs extra, right? The coupon is just for the free drink. And what kinda tea?” Izzy hated the feeling of those dang eyes on him, and had half a mind to go get a coat out of one of the nearby closets.

“What kind of tea do you want? Do you want it now or in a bit...? And.. Goddamit, I guess I’ll be teaching you...”

“Picked well? Dude, we both know that the only reason why you picked this was to bug me.. But whatever. You pay for the craft kit now, and then you pay for your drink once you’re done.” A few buttons pressed, and he was holding his hand out for payment.

“You get a 30 minute session for free with that coupon, then it’s more for ever half an hour. But I doubt you’ll be around that long.”

“No, but you can read, can’t you? The thing on the wall has my name on it, so of COURSE I’d be the one teaching it.” He snatched the money from Toby, taking whatever change was left and automatically dumping it into the ‘tip’ jar before him. Before Toby could say anything, he gave him a dirty look before pulling out a pre-packaged kit and shoving it into his hands.

“For my troubles after all. Now go over to that table over there, and read what’s in the bag, and I’ll be over there in a minute with your tea, Sir.”