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font-size: 12px;">After all of his 8 a.m. classes, you'd think Milo would be used to getting up early to open for work. But no, each time is just as irritating as the last. Shouldn't this be Klaus's job? Since he's the <i>manager</i>? But everyone needs a day off sometimes. That doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. It's such a tedious process, and hardly warrants arriving an hour earlier than they are scheduled to open.<br/>
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He fumbles a bit with the keys as he unlocks the door, the spring morning chill leaving his fingers a bit numb now that they've had to leave the warm shelter of his peacoat's pockets. He shoulders past the unnecessarily heavy door before shedding his coat and hanging it up. He flips the lights on, then takes a moment to adjust his neatly-parted hair and tan beret in the small mirror that someone hung up by the coat rack. He purses his lips at his reflection, displeased by the pink flush on his cheeks. Is that from the windchill or just his rosacea acting up again? Hard to tell. Curse his sensitive skin. Pushing up the sleeves of his black turtleneck, he grabs the gaudy white and pink apron in the corner assigned to him (as indicated by the name tag with the big 'MILO' written on it) and heads toward the front.<br/>
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Now it's just a matter of performing the usual routine on autopilot. Turn on the rest of the lights, bring out everything that has to be refrigerated at night, and switch on the machines. Well, all of the machines except the espresso grinder that Alex apparently forgot to shut down when he closed yesterday. Typical. If Alex were new to the job, it would make sense that he'd make a mistake like that. But this is <i>Alex</i> and he's just a <i>slacker</i>, so Milo feels no sympathy.<br/>
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He places the creamers and condiments on the few tables in the main room, checks that the salt and pepper shakers are full, double-checks that the jelly caddies are full, and makes sure that the sugar packet bins are stuffed with more packets than should be physically possible. Afterward, he fetches the bleach rag bucket. He's careful to avoid getting any bleach on his hands as he dumps a capful of the stuff into the bucket, then dilutes it with cup after cup of scalding water. Wetting a rag, he wipes down the tables and counters since they're almost <i>never</i> as clean as Milo himself would like. There's nothing worse than setting your hands against the glass of the front counter and having them come away sticky. If his hands are going to be sticky, he'd at least like to be aware of what substance is on them.<br/>
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Who is he supposed to work with today? Probably the same people as always, but he might as well go check while he has all this time. The schedule is posted up near the back entrance, and surprisingly, it's only once he looks at the date that it hits him that it's finally March. Which means his birthday is in less than two weeks. And in less than two months, he'll be graduating college. Huh. When he was in high school, his principal mentioned at the freshman orientation that those would be the fastest four years of his life — those years seemed to have moved at a snail's pace in comparison to his college experience. It seems like just yesterday he'd stepped onto campus for the first time. And now he's going to have to try and find an actual <i>career</i>. That's a terrifying prospect, but he wouldn't want to spend the rest of his life in this dump. Anyway, it appears this shift will contain the usual crew as he'd suspected.<br/>
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The analog clock above the door reads fifteen minutes to ten when he heads back to the front room. He might as well open the front doors right now — it's not like anyone sits outside just waiting to get in, after all.</div><div style="
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color: black;"><abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="BUBBLE BEADS">LOCATION</abbr> | <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="N/A">INTERACTIONS</abbr> | <abbr class="bbc-abbr" data-trigger="hover focus touchclick" data-xf-init="tooltip" role="button" tabindex="0" title="KLAUS | ALEX">MENTIONS</abbr></div></div><div style=" margin: auto; margin-top: 5px; height: 10px; max-width: 100%; text-align: center; font-size: 8px;">Code by Jenamos</div>