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Mitchell walked up to the front to order a coffee. "Can I get a black coffee?" He asked, trying his best to sound polite, but it came out in a bitter tone. (sorry I left I was on the bus, no wifi)
Mitchell walked up to the front to order a coffee. "Can I get a black coffee?" He asked, trying his best to sound polite, but it came out in a bitter tone. (sorry I left I was on the bus, no wifi)
(It's ok, I had chores to do.)
Coffee? Didn't they realize that they were drinking sifeotion?
He looked around, bored and tired, and noticed a person staring at him in horror. He glared. "What?"
"Nothing."
He hummed in annoyance and took a seat close to the girl, waiting for his coffee. He wondered if there were bags under his eyes. He figured there were, considering he hadn't slept in the past couple of days.
(just a question are aliens common in this world)
(Sort of? Not as much as humans, but you'll always see a few walking down a busy street)
(Thx) I slide into the booth oppisite the guy. "You do know that your going to die, right? Why is everybody in here killing themselves?"
Mitchell looked at her, confused and scared. "What are you talking about? Is the coffee poisoned?" He clenched his fist.
"It's not coffee! Why does everybody call it that! It's sifeotion!"
"What's that?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"Poisin!"
"What?!" He exclaimed. People turned their heads, so he lowered his voice. "It's just coffee, what are you talking about?"
"What is coffee?! Back on my ship…" She stopped realizing what she had just said.
Suddenly, he understood. "You're an alien, aren't you?" He said with a smirk. No wonder she didn't know what coffee was.
Zix sighed, she had failed. Lowering her head she said "Yes."
"Don't be ashamed of that. I have a lot of alien friends," he reassured her. "Actually, I take that back. I have some, but that's because I don't have many friends."
"Please don't tell anyone, no ones supposed to know! I'll do anything you want."
"And I'm not ashamed, I'm on a mission from my home planet."
He raised his eyebrows, leaning back a bit. "Alright babe, (it's a nickname he calls pretty much everybody) I won't tell anybody," He promised. "What's your name?"
"Zix"
He smiled. "Nice to meet you, Zix. I'm Mitchell. Where are you from?"
"Quiton. I'm a prophion."
"Huh. I've actually never heard of your race before, but I don't really study alien race or culture."
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