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Law school, by any standards, was very expensive. And Alex Quackity needed all the money he could get. So he got a job at this artisanal café just by the corner of Belmont and Lancaster.
Did he like being a barista? Sure. It's not too bad. Making coffee wasn't too hard, and the café wasn't as cheap as the Starbucks a couple of shops down the road so it wasn't as crowded. During off times, he can use the shop wifi to do his homework and he also gets free pastries from the bakery.
All in all, Quackity enjoyed his part-time job. And sometimes, the people he meets through his shifts has actually, somehow, made his job better.
He has a few regulars.
There was Dream, the mysterious, always-masked, never actually drinks coffee but buys the croissant and cookies to go. He had a very distinct laugh that Quackity could hear even when he was working in the back storage closet.
There was George, the British boy that fucks around with him all the time, orders switching constantly between tea, as a British person should, or just shots of espresso because he has work severely overdue.
There was Bad and Skeppy, always coming in together, taking turns to pay for the drinks and food they got that day. Quackity thinks them cute, though obnoxiously too cute sometimes.
There was Karl, who most of the time gets a whole tray of coffee for his colleagues and friends. Though Karl, takes pride in ordering weird custom ordered drinks for himself, provided the café was not busy of course.
Then there was Sapnap, coming into the shop always too close to closing time, getting very, very bland black coffee or, on very rare occasions, with two sugars one cream. Every day, at 9:45 PM, Quackity can count on it.
"There he is, my last customer of the day," Quackity yelled. "The bane of my goddamn existence."
"Hey Q," Sapnap sighed.
"I could've closed up by now," Quackity said irritability. "I would've- if I didn't know your ass was coming."
"Awh," Sapnap cooed. "You do care about me."
"Shut up," Quackity rolled his eyes. "Do you want your black coffee or is it a fun day?" He asked sarcastically.
"Actually, gimme something-" Sapnap mumbled. "Give me something interesting."
This was somewhat of a weird request if Q were to be honest with you, and very unlike Sapnap. But who was he to judge?
"You wanna get this drink that one of my regulars ordered earlier today?" Quackity said absentmindedly.
"What is it?" Sapnap asked.
"A can of Monster with a shot of espresso," Quackity asked.
"What the fuck?" Sapnap mumbled. "Are they okay?"
"Looked like he needed the energy boost," Quackity said. "Works weird hours, they just had this weird marathon, no clue what about. He's been awake for 60 hours."
"I get the weird hours, still, a Monster with espresso?" Sapnap cringed. "That's disgusting."
"In his defense, his usual coffee orders are much better," Quackity told him.
"I can't imagine," Sapnap mumbled.
"He orders some custom drink every day," Quackity said. "Yesterday it was-" Quackity snapped his fingers trying to remember. "I think it was passionfruit tea with frozen berries and a bit of sweet cream."
"That is-" Sapnap said. "Interesting. I'll try that one."
"On it," Quackity said as Sapnap handed him his card.
"Also, put his coffee order on my tab the next time he comes back," Sapnap said.
"Really?" Quackity asked. "Why?"
"A man who drinks Monster with espresso needs someone to buy him a drink," Sapnap said. "I didn't even know you guys sell Monster here."
"We don't," Quackity shrugged. "He brought his own can."
"Jesus Christ," Sapnap chuckled.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Quackity asked.
Quackity liked to think of himself as somewhat of a Sapnap expert, he did know the man's coffee order by heart. He watched closely as Sapnap's eyebrow raised in a bit of a challenge before shrugging it off entirely.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Sapnap sang.
"You? Ordering something not normal, paying for some random's coffee?" Quackity squinted. "Tell Big Q what happened."
"Nothing happened," Sapnap shrugged. "Just in a good mood."
"Sounds like a lie," Quackity mumbled as went about, measuring the syrups and ice for Sapnap's drink.
"It's not a lie," Sapnap said. "Just maybe not the whole truth."
"What's the whole truth?" Quackity hummed.
"May have met a cute guy," Sapnap said.
"Ooh," Quackity wriggled his eyebrows. "Do tell."
"He was cute, he was with his friends. They were filming something and they were getting rid of like 1000 roses, so he gave me one when I walked past," Sapnap said.
"Did you get his number?" Quackity said.
"No, he was busy," Sapnap replied. "There are cameras everywhere and all that jazz," He waved his hand around. "I didn't wanna bother him. Or be on camera for that matter."
"Did you get his name?" Quackity asked.
"No, it was rushed," Sapnap sighed. "I was also running late."
"So, to be very clear," Quackity uttered slowly. "You are very happy, almost to the moon happy, buying people drinks for shits, despite being an essentially broke college student, only because a cute guy gave you flowers?"
"Well, he also smiled at me," Sapnap mumbled quietly.
He was, in fact, very pathetic. Even at the mention of the cute guy that gave him a flower, Sapnap was looking very giddy and abnormally pink. Quackity did not stop prodding. This was fun.
"You're pathetic," Quackity said as he poured Sapnap's tea into a to-go cup.
"He was really cute okay?" Sapnap pouted, hands folded defensively almost like a child that's been reprimanded.
"I mean it's your drink, your money," Quackity sighed, passing Sapnap's tea over the counter and waited.
"Exactly," Sapnap said triumphantly as he took a sip of his tea. He smacked his lips a few times to get the taste. "Kinda hate it."
"That's what you get for being a simp you caffeine-addicted bastard," Quackity shrugged. "Now get out, I wanna close up and get home at a reasonable hour."
"Fine," Sapnap rolled his eyes. "See you tomorrow Q."
Quackity watched as one of his regulars, his friends at this point, walked out of his coffee shop. He quickly ran to the door and closed it, you know, so that no more last-minute customers are going to try and come in. As Sapnap disappeared to a corner, Q thought a little bit about his little anecdote. Some cute guy was giving out an absurd amount of flowers on the streets? Why does that sound like something he would know? He didn't try to think much about it, he simply went to the back storage to meet up with his other colleague and clean up before closing.
"Shelves are organized, inventory taken-" Wilbur said proudly when Quackity came into his view. "Did Sapnap come already?"
"Yep," Quackity nodded.
"Black coffee?" Wilbur asked knowingly.
"No, actually," Quackity corrected him. "I gave him Karl's yesterday order."
"Why?" Wilbur questioned.
"Well," Quackity moved to wipe down the counters. "He asked for something interesting."
"Doesn't sound like Sapnap," Wilbur commented.
"A cute boy smiled at him," Quackity told him.
"Ah," Wilbur understood. "Cute."
"Gave him a flower and everything," Quackity continued.
"Oh, that's nice," Wilbur said. "Wouldn't happen to be a rose, would it?"
"It was," Quackity furrowed his eyebrows. "How do you know?"
"I'm pretty sure that's Karl's video," Wilbur said. "Didn't they do like a, giving out 100,000 flowers or something?"
"Wow I'm so slow," Quackity said. Of course, Karl 'weird hours' Jacobs would be working with his friends to make interesting and large-scale videos though admittedly, flowers were a bit odd. "Which one do you think Sapnap thinks is cute?"
"Out of all of Karl's friends?" Wilbur hummed. "I'm pretty sure Karl's most likely his type."
"Well that works out because Sapnap told me to put Karl's coffee tomorrow on his tab," Quackity told Wilbur. "I should give Karl his number right?"
"No," Wilbur smiled mischievously. "Wait out a bit. Let's see what happens and have a little bit of fun with it."
"Alright," Quackity agreed.
Unlike Sapnap who comes to the shop at nearly the same time every day, Karl was much more unpredictable. Sometimes he'd come in the morning when it wasn't Quackity's shift, but thankfully, like most of the time, Karl came in just as Quackity was going on shift. The tall brunet came into the shop in a much better mood today than yesterday, thankfully not holding a can of Monster. Hopefully this means Quackity can make something relatively normal for once.
"There's my favorite Monster-Espresso, how're you doing today?" Quackity exclaimed playfully.
"I just have the worst sleep schedule," Karl sighed as he walked up to the counter. "Give me something."
"Well, what do you want?" Quackity said.
"I might be in the mood for-" Karl pondered for a bit. "A mocha latte."
"Oh you just like to make my life difficult," Quackity said snidely.
"Hey I brought my own Monster yesterday, I made your life very easy," Karl defended himself as he handed Quackity his card.
"On the house," Quackity replied. "Actually, not on the house. It was on one of my regulars." He quickly corrected himself.
"Oh? Why?" Karl asked though he wasn't really complaining much about not having to pay, keeping his card back in his pocket.
"I told him about yesterday's order," Quackity said. "And he was in a good mood, thought you needed a bit of help."
"That's so nice," Karl gushed.
"He hated your passion fruit tea by the way," Quackity said.
"What?" Karl immediately sounded defensive. "What do you mean he hated it?"
"Well he asked for something interesting so I just gave him one of your orders," Quackity said, starting to work on Karl's drink. "Hated it."
"Rude," Karl sneered. "Okay, okay. I take that personally. Is he coming tonight?"
"He should be," Quackity nodded.
"You're going to get him a hazelnut latte with sweetened foam, and a dash of nutmeg at the top," Karl said. "On me."
"Karl," Quackity said softly. "His usual order is black coffee, and if he's feeling adventurous, one cream two sugars. You want to give him-"
"Yes," Karl interjected. "Hazelnut latte with sweetened foam-"
"And nutmeg," Quackity finished. "Got it, got it."
"Well, I can't have him think my taste in coffee sucks," Karl said. "I admit, the tea was not the best thing I've ever concocted."
"Yeah, I agree," Quackity told him. "I tried to tell you before you ordered it, but apparently I have to listen because customers are always right."
"It wasn't bad," Karl said defensively.
"It wasn't good either," Quackity told him before finally handing Karl his drink. "Enjoy."
"Hm," Karl squinted his eyes and Quackity before taking his drink. "Fine, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to tell me what he says."
"Sure thing," Quackity replied.
This is, potentially, going to be interesting.
Quackity was cleaning up as usual when Sapnap came in that night. He wasn't as cheery as yesterday, but he was in a good mood altogether. Sapnap's drink was already sat on the counter when Sapnap came in, Quackity having made it minutes before. 9:45 PM. Sapnap was very predictable.
"Coffee," Sapnap sang slowly. "Please, give me coffee please."
"Here," Quackity gently slid the ready-made drink on the counter over to Sapnap.
"What's that?" Sapnap asked.
"Monster-espresso guy wants to defend himself from you hating his passion fruit tea," Quackity said. "This is his redemption. On him."
Sapnap looked at it suspiciously, bringing the cup to his face and inhaling the nutty smell with a bit of nutmeg. He took a sip and shrugged. Sapnap was not a coffee snob. It wasn't that he was trying to be critical about his coffee order, he'd always gotten black because it was easy. Now, with these new drinks, he doesn't actually know much how to describe it the taste, the nodes, the hints of whatever. Ultimately he only knew if it was good or not.
"It's-" Sapnap scrunched up his nose. "What is it?"
"Hazelnut latte with nutmeg, also sweetened foam," Quackity informed him.
"Sweetened foam. What is it with him and sweetened foam, he gets it on everything!" Sapnap said judgmentally. "Yeah, it's far too sweet for my taste, but it's not bad."
"I'll be sure to let him know," Quackity said.
"Buy him a scone on me," Sapnap told Quackity. "Tell him he's yet to impress me." If he was going to pretend to be a critique, might as well be a harsh one.
"You want him to impress you?" Quackity mumbled playfully.
"Well, why else is he trying to redeem himself?" Sapnap smirked.
Sapnap waved his goodbyes to Quackity before leaving for the night.
This is definitely going to be interesting.
At least Quackity thinks so. He needed to wait for Karl's reaction, though he pretty much got the answer when he saw his friend came running into the shop the second he clocked in.
"What did he say?" Karl immediately asked the second he was face to face with Quackity.
"Karl?" Quackity furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought you came in today already? I told Nikki to give you the scone."
"Yeah, I got the scone but I wanted to know what he said," Karl said.
"So you waited till I got on my shift and came back?" Quackity chuckled. "Simp. You could've called the shop, asked for my number."
"Too late, too late, what did he say?" Karl leaned over the counter.
"He said it was too sweet, and you haven't impressed him yet," Quackity recited.
"Oh that bastard," Karl cursed.
Quackity took a moment to step back and look at Karl, a person who was kind of vaguely his friend at this point, jitter on his toes as he thought about his next challenge.
Wilbur was wrong, Quackity didn't need to make things more interesting, these two knuckleheads were doing fine on their own.
"Okay, I got it, I got it," Karl said proudly. "Just give him a Cafe con Leche, with cinnamon, and only use raw sugar."
"You're really getting in on this aren't you?" Quackity was far beyond amused.
"It's fun," Karl said. "He seems cool."
"He's a loser," Quackity answered.
"I'm sure that's not true," Karl said. "Tell him I say hi, and uhm- you know. Hi."
"I'll be sure to do that," Quackity could see the tinge of pink rising in Karl's cheeks and he wanted to scoff at the situation.
"Oh and his coffee is on me," Karl yelled as he left the café. "Bye Q."
Quackity was waving back when Wilbur walked out from the back, having heard most of the conversation and being quite up-to-date with the whole situation.
"How long are you gonna make them wait?" Wilbur asked.
"Well to be fair, you were the one that said, make it interesting," Quackity shot back.
"True, true," Wilbur nodded.
"I think I'm not gonna offer help, I'll just wait until they ask for help," Quackity concluded.
Quackity wanted to see which one of his two regulars folded first and ask for more information or ask for his help (although he may argue that repetitively asking Quackity to put each other's order on each other's theoretical tab is already bothersome enough). Turns out it didn't take long for one of them to actually ask for help. Sapnap did so exactly that night.
"What has he got for me?" Sapnap asked immediately.
"Take a drink and guess," Quackity yet again, has his order ready-made.
It was starting to look like this little coffee shop exchange was the highlight of his day. He was happy, cheerful, and that much was obvious to Quackity.
Sapnap took and sip and sighed, enjoying the coffee a little more than he liked. He smacked his lips before taking yet another sip.
"And?" Quackity coaxed.
"It's-" Sapnap said. "Good."
"Good," Quackity said slowly.
"Better than yesterday," Sapnap said.
"You're playing hard to get," Quackity hummed accusingly.
"He seems fun," Sapnap commented.
"He says hi," Quackity told Sapnap suddenly, finally dropping the breadcrumb.
"Hi?" Sapnap repeated.
"Hi," Quackity nodded. Quackity watched as Sapnap contemplated his next move.
"I mean," Sapnap smiled. "You gonna tell me his name?"
"No," Quackity said easily. "What if he doesn't want me to tell you his name?"
"He said hi," Sapnap said flatly.
"So?" Quackity was very sly about it.
"Can you at least give him my number?" Sapnap took a napkin and scribbled his name and number.
"You do realize I have your number," Quackity was laughing at him when he took Sapnap's napkin.
"It's cuter this way," Sapnap winked. "Buy him something on me again."
"You're actually flirting through me," Quackity said.
"Well if you give him my number, I wouldn't have to," Sapnap said. "Night Q."
Wilbur walked out, knowing smirk across his face. Quackity did nothing but raise the napkin in his hand.
"And on we go," Wilbur commented.
Karl came bouncing in the next day, trying his best to conceal his excitement but Quackity knew better. He walked up to the counter, not a single word uttered, and just looked Quackity dead in the eyes.
"Yes?" Quackity said teasingly.
"Quackity come on," Karl urged.
"He said it was better than yesterday," Quackity told Karl. "And he left this."
Quackity pulled out the napkin and watched as Karl's eyes widened, reaching out immediately to take the napkin out of Quackity's hand.
"Sapnap," Karl read out loud.
"It's a nickname, he's not that weird I promise," Quackity assured Karl. "He also got you coffee so order away."
"Hold on," Karl completely ignored Quackity in favor of saving Sapnap's number in his phone.
"Any day now," Quackity sang.
"Hold on!" Karl whined.
"Simp," Quackity mocked.
"Shut up, this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a while," Karl said.
"That's a little sad."
Karl giggled as he sent off his first hello text before turning back to Quackity.
"Right," Karl grinned. "Coffee."
Karl didn't leave an order for Sapnap later that day, telling Quackity that he wants to text Sapnap and tell him himself so that they have some kind of ice breaker. This was proven true when Sapnap came in that night, smiling wild as he showed Quackity his phone.
"That's what he wanted me to get," Sapnap said brightly.
"That's just an iced caramel cappuccino," Quackity said. "Does he know you don't like cold drinks?"
"Well, I had his passion fruit tea thing," Sapnap shrugged.
"Yeah and you hated it," Quackity said though he started with the iced cappuccino despite his personal opinion.
"I'm willing to try new things," Sapnap said.
"Right," Quackity said sarcastically. "Sure you do Mr. Black-Coffee-for-like-3-months-straight-before-he-discovered-what-sugar-was."
"I'm not gonna tip you Quackity," Sapnap jokingly threatened.
"I passed your fucking number to him, you will be buying me a pizza," Quacktiy said as held up the can of whipped cream. "Do you want the full experience or would you rather sit out the whipped cream?"
Sapnap scrunched up his nose, knowing full well that it's probably going to be annoyingly too much for his taste, but also that the mystery man, one that Sapnap learned is named Karl, would want him to have it with whipped cream.
"Just put it on," Sapnap sighed.
"Simp," Quackity mocked yet again as he squirted a swirl of whipped cream before adding a generous amount of caramel drizzle. Sapnap's face scrunched up even more.
"Okay, that's enough, that's enough," Sapnap told Quackity.
"Alright, this is your order," Quackity grinned. "Enjoy your drink and have a good night."
Sapnap jabbed a straw into his drink and took a sip. He pursed his lips and shrugged.
"Better than the passion fruit," Sapnap said.
"Tell him that then," Quackity glanced at Sapnap's phone.
"I will," Sapnap replied confidently. "Good night."
Quackity waved Sapnap a good night and continued to close off the store. He thought that was the end of it. They were going to flirt through texts, they might meet up, and maybe they'll remember Quackity.
It didn't end there.
Sapnap came in the next night with a little bit of an off mood. He walked to the counter and stood in front of Quackity, and sighed.
"Have you heard from Karl?" Sapnap asked.
"No," Quackity said. "Probably came in before my shift."
"He hasn't been replying to my texts," Sapnap said.
"Did you say something weird?" Quackity accused.
"No, I did not," Sapnap defended himself. "We were just texting and he stopped answering."
"What was the last text?" Quackity asked.
"Well I texted him 'we should hang out sometime'," Sapnap said. "This morning."
"Ooh," Quackity criticized.
"No," Sapnap whined. "That's not wrong, I didn't say anything bad, I was just asking him to hang out."
Quackity tutted, shaking his head at Sapnap who immediately looked panicked.
"Was it wrong?" Sapnap asked hurriedly. "Was I too forward?"
"I'm messing with you," Quackity chuckled. "He's probably just busy dude."
"Hm," Sapnap hummed. "Fine. Can I get my coffee?"
"What's the order?" Quackity asked.
"Black," Sapnap answered.
"No," Quackity exclaimed. "You're going dark?"
"Well he didn't give me an order for today so-" Sapnap shrugged.
"This is sad," Quackity said as he placed the cup of coffee in front of Sapnap.
"You're dramatic," Sapnap commented. "I like black coffee."
"You're the dramatic one," Quackity mumbled.
"Goodnight Q," Sapnap greeted as he left.
Though he seemed nonchalant about it, Quackity spent the rest of the night thinking about it. Surely not. Karl was excited, he was happy about the number. Gushing and blushing. There was no way he would ghost Sapnap like that. He was probably just busy. Still, it kind of hurt to see Sapnap's mood so deflated that Quackity can't help but worry about it a little bit. If he'd been playing the matchmaker (even though Sapnap was the one who initiated it for himself), what happens when it absolutely fails?
"Hey Niki," Quackity called as he clocked in. "Did Karl come in today or yesterday?"
"No, I don't think so," Niki replied. "I thought he always comes on your shift."
"Well he didn't yesterday, I was just wondering," Quackity said. "Okay, thanks."
"Bye Quackity," Niki waved as she left.
Quackity spent his shift waiting for Karl to come in. There was no way he was actually pulling a disappearing act. That's very much unlike him.
But when 9:45 PM hits and Sapnap walked into the café, Quackity was slightly concerned about the outcome. He could see the very obvious frown on his face. Quackity was very much contemplating on his own failures when Sapnap walked up to the counter.
"Sorry," Quackity said. "He didn't show today,"
"Whatever," Sapnap mumbled. "I don't care."
"You look like you care," Quackity said lightly.
"I don't," Sapnap said. "It's whatever, I didn't know him much anyway."
"I don't think it's that bad," Quackity mumbled.
"What? That a guy changed coffee shops to avoid rejecting me?" Sapnap said.
"I don't think he'd actually-" Quackity's attention was quickly shifted towards the little bell ringing from the front door opening.
And there he was. Quackity let out a small sigh of relief, covert enough that Sapnap didn't notice. This was definitely not a regular time for Karl to walk in, but he could not be happier that Karl showed up.
"I don't know dude, it's just so-" Sapnap sighed. "Disappoint-"
"Hold that thought, you're gonna wanna hold that thought," Quackity declared.
Sapnap looked down to check on his phone, letting Quackity deal with the customer that just came in. He didn't look at the person that came in nor did he look at the side-eye Quackity was giving him. Quackity was trying so hard to hide his gleaming smile.
Hold it out Quackity, this will be fun.
Quackity kept quiet as he watched the man that they'd just previously talked about stalk down the aisle with a frown and a furrowed brow. He slammed a white can onto the counter.
"Espresso," Karl muttered as he pushed the Monster can towards Quackity.
"Rough day?" Quackity asked. "This is a bit late for your schedule."
"Don't tell me about it," Karl sighed. "I just spent the 36 hours on a deserted island and I still have more work when I get home, kill me."
"That's rough," Quackity commented. "More work?"
"You would not believe-" Karl exclaimed. "I dropped my phone in the ocean."
"So you got a new phone?" Quackity asked.
"Yeah! And I have to move everything. There are so many photos and videos, and phone numbers, if I lose them-"
"Oh, haven't been texting anyone then have you?" Quackity said.
"Lost my phone at hour two, I haven't been able to talk to anyone for like a day and a-" Karl gasped. "Was he looking for me?"
"Don't worry about it," Quackity said. "Go wait over there."
Quackity watched as both his regulars both stand next to each other, looking a little stupidly oblivious that Quackity honestly just wanted to laugh. Sapnap was busy on his own phone and Karl on his new one. Oh, if only they knew. So close yet so far. Quackity was going to play with this a little bit longer.
Quackity said made two cups of coffee, before going back to the cash register and printed out two much longer receipts.
"I got two macchiatos," Quackity said as he served them up on the counter.
Both Sapnap and Karl looked up from their phone and looked around very confused. As they should be, there were no other people in the shop and neither of them had ordered macchiatos. They just about said as much.
"That's not my order," Sapnap spoke after a moment of silence over the mystery order.
"Not my order either," Karl chimed in.
"Yes, it is," Quackity informed them. "Frankly both your coffee orders suck and I've had to deal with it for the past week."
"Q I'm just tired," Karl sighed.
"It's been a long day," Sapnap complained.
"Yeah I agree, but I'm done dealing with your black coffee and your abomination of Monster espresso," Quackity pursed his lips.
He hung back slowly as he watched the dawning realization on both his regulars' faces. It was honestly quite hilarious.
Sapnap and Karl turned to each other, slightly gaping, and in recognition, both glowing slightly red at Quackity's statement.
"By the way, these are your bills for the past week," Quackity placed them close to their drinks. "You guys keep saying 'his coffee's on me' and neither of you has paid shit, and I'm gonna be in trouble."
Quackity was basically talking to no one, both his regulars, his friends looking at each other's faces with lopsided smiles on their faces.
"Okay, ignore me then," Quackity sang. "You can pay your bills tomorrow. You're welcome."
More silence. And Quackity could only roll his eyes at these crushing idiots. Sapnap was wanting to say something, mouth gaping though words weren't really forming. He fumbled with his phone, a nervous chuckle was the only thing that can escape from his lips. Karl wasn't in a better state, face flushed pink, unclear if it was because of the meeting your coffee shop crush or the fact that Quackity really called him out on the Monster-Espresso thing in front of this coffee shop crush.
"I'm going to clean out back," Quackity informed them. "You guys better not be here when I come back out to close up."
"Thanks, Q," Sapnap finally replied.
"Thank you," Karl chimed in.
Quackity left the two strangers in the café to stand alone with their coffees. Both of them were smiling though neither were sure of what to say. They were so confidently flirting and teasing through their little coffee escapades but now when it came down to it, they were a sweaty, nervous mess. Then again, it was much easier to flirt through Quackity.
"I dropped my phone in the ocean," Karl blurted out.
"Yeah," Sapnap chuckled. "I kinda heard that."
"Sorry," Karl said. "My friend actually threw it in the ocean actually because funny-" he sighed. "Have we met before? You look kinda familiar."
"Yeah, we have," Sapnap said.
"Did I-" Karl pondered. "Did I give you a-"
"Yeah you did," Sapnap laughed.
"Well, if I could get your number-"
"Yeah, yeah," Sapnap shook himself out of a trance. "Sorry, you're just-" he chuckled. "Really cute."
"Yeah, you too," Karl giggled.
"You two, get out!" Quackity's voice boomed from the storage room. "And flip the close sign for me please!"
Sapnap and Karl looked at each other, eyes wide as they tried to hide their giggles and mild humiliation. At least they were both on the same boat.
"We should go," Sapnap whispered and Karl nodded.
"Yeah, let's go," Karl nodded.
Quackity poked up his head out of the door to look at Karl flipping the Closed sign on the front window while Sapnap holds the door open for him. The two walked side by side into the night, laughing under the moonlight. Or so Quackity would like to imagine.
"Finally," Quackity mumbled to Wilbur. "My job is done."
"Job well done," Wilbur nodded. "Let me know if you wanna do it again."
"What do you mean?" Quackity asked as he helped Wilbur move put away the cleaning supplies. "What again?"
"The matchmaking thing," Wilbur said. "I've got candidates."
"Candidates?" Quackity questioned even further.
"You know another two of your regulars?" Wilbur grinned mischievously. "Dream and George?"