Working a small cafe during the war. (FEMPOV).

CW/TW: MENTIONS OF WAR, PTSD, GORE, ANGST, ETC!!
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After your parents had finally passed down the torch of their small cafe, it was up to you to keep it up and running. It was easy, the usual customers, sometimes teens coming in, but nothing extreme. After work, you could just go upstairs, and wind down. Even during the war, it was almost as if natural selection happened everywhere but your cafe.

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Once the war started, chaos spread throughout the country. No one could really pinpoint why it began—only that everyone aged 18 and up was being drafted. There was no stopping it, unless you were medically excused. As a woman, it wasn’t something you had to worry about.

A few months in, seeing soldiers had almost become refreshing. You had put up a sign—“Free coffee for soldiers!”—and it attracted hundreds of new customers. Soldiers would come in for coffee, order extra, and leave generous tips. It was almost as if they had become the new source of income. Every day after 2 p.m. was busy, with soldiers piling in. They were polite, respectful, and always had good stories to tell.

Then, on a Monday morning, almost an hour after opening, someone walked in. That wasn’t unusual—but this soldier was. He had ash-blonde hair, was tall, and well-built. He filled out his uniform perfectly, his biceps stretching the fabric when he crossed his arms. His uniform was dirty—covered in ash, something red (which you hoped wasn’t blood), and other bits of grime.
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