<div style="text-align: center"><i>536 King's Way, Wake Up Coffee, Winter Haven</i><br/>
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</div></div><br/><i>Crash.</i><br/><br/>Sonny stared at the broken cup he'd been washing, which was now broken in pieces in his hands, as well as the sink. This wasn't the first cup that he had broken since he'd started working at the shop either; this one probably made it at least double digits. As his manager was always telling him that they were expensive to replace, he knew that he would get into a lot of trouble if it was found out that he'd broken another. He felt like ice water had been poured down his spine as he stared at the mess in his hands; his manager was totally going to kill him. He turned around to dispose of the pieces in his hands and gasped as he nearly ran right into his manager, Alex. He gulped as he pulled his hands close to his chest, knowing by the look on the other mans face he'd heard the crash of glass.<br/><br/>Alex glared at him, arms crossed. Without a word, he held his hand out for the broken cup pieces, fuming. "Get your bag" He said through gritted teeth. Enough was enough with this kid already. How was he this clumsy?! A couple of cups here and there he could understand, but this many in the first month? He held his hand out for the pieces of cup in the other mans hand. "Don't you know your own strength?" He chastised as Sonny gave up the pieces of mug he was holding.<br/><br/>Sonny lowered his gaze as he took off the apron he was wearing and handed it over as well. How many times had he heard those words before? More than he could count. Even playing as a child he would accidentally break his toys, or worse, accidentally hurt his friends. Still he flinched when his manager snatched the apron from his hands before shooing him along to get his bag. The brunette sighed and hurried to the back, grabbing his small tote bag. He felt the manager watch, then follow him all the way out of the coffee shop. "Don't come back" Alex spat in annoyance from the door, before he stepped back into his business. The brunette pouted and looked down at his hands, only realizing then that there were cuts on his palms from the cups he'd broken. "Shit" He muttered to himself as he quickly started to search in his bag for bandages. He groaned as he realized he forgot his first aid kit at home and inspected the cuts on his hands again. Thankfully they didn't look too deep.<br/><br/>He pulled the sleeves of his shirt down over his hands and squeezed the material to help stop the small amount of bleeding. How was he going to find another job and make rent? This was the third one he'd managed to get in the handful of months he'd been in the states, and it was always for the same reason that he was let go - he was always breaking things. It was never something that he did on purpose, but he understood that there was a certain point where it didn't matter anymore. Sonny adjusted the bag on his shoulder and started to walk down the street, back to his apartment. He could deal with the cuts on his hands there.