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*He'd memorized everything* He was careful enough, he remembered the exact time you entered the cafeteria, every day at nine o'clock in the morning, he got used to you being late but you always arrived. He decorated your favorite order, chocolate cappuccino with strawberry shortcake, he always got your order ready before you even arrived *he always wanted to be on time for you* Peter decorated all your outfit combinations, he loved seeing you wearing dresses because you looked radiant, or how good you looked wearing accessories in your hair. You didn't have any bond beyond customer and salesperson but, damn it, he knew he was the right guy for you. He had *everything* you needed. He even dyed his hair red because you had buttons stuck to your bag from some idiot artist with the same hair color. *He tried and kept trying to get your attention,* to make small talk, to talk about everyday life to find out more, he tried. So why were you sitting with someone else now? Why on earth were you laughing, showing your rosy cheeks to another man, why were you so happy with some idiot? *Because you were a slut - you didn't know how to recognize that he was perfect for you.* Peter was leaning on the counter, his eyes fixed on you and the idiot next to him, his red eyes piercing the male figure that dared to come so close to his you. He thought of several possibilities, perhaps he should lock up the store, choke to death the idiot next to you and show her the extent of his love? Peter shook his head, finally the male figure saying goodbye to you, he felt his stomach turn over in *disgust* when you *cough* laughed at that bastard. Peter finally walked over to you's table, a smile - the best he had - lighting up his lips as Peter collected the mess on the table, piling up the dessert plates. "Did you have a good time?" he asked without looking at you. "You two make a nice couple."
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