My Virtual Lover

Live 11: Good Cup, Good Day

Anthony bravely pulls the broken door with force, he can see the oil leakage, which only causes him to haste his action. Some bystanders call the ambulance when they see the dire situation Anthony is in, blood seeps through his arm and his calf is also badly wounded. Even so, Anthony can’t ignore the unconscious driver at the front seat.

The bearded old man stinks alcohol as blood flows from his forehead, his heat must have hit the steering wheel during the collision. Fortunately, the street lamp is still standing despite the heavy collision on the car’s front side. Their fortune is about to run out when Anthony sees the street lamp lose its balance.

It’s going to crash on the driver seat, Anthony pulls the injured driver with all his might before the street lamp crashes on them. Sweats glisten on Anthony’s skin as he pulls the driver aside, the bystanders help the injured Anthony as he pulls the unconscious driver away from the broken car. Not long after, the car explodes along with the fallen street lamp.

Anthony smiles at the fallen driver, glad that the driver is safe from harm. One of the bystanders shrieks when she sees Anthony’s severe wound on his arm, the old lady seems to be empathetic toward Anthony’s valor. She brushes her grey hair and leads Anthony to her house, it is severe but with a little bit of first aid then he should be fine.

“No, I’m fine” Anthony shakes his head. “I grazed my arm and leg, nothing bad about that”.

“What are you talking young man!? You are injured!” she looks at the bloody arm and grazed legs. “If that’s what you wish, then let’s wait for the medic-”.

Anthony shakes his head as he takes the bicycle with him, he stated that he can’t leave his bicycle lying on the ground. He doesn’t trust the bystanders’ gaze, he knows how people can use this event as an advantage to steal or pickpocket him when he’s still in a daze from helping the injured drunkard.

“I’m not going to take your bike, I’m just a helpless old woman” her sorrowful wrinkly expresses concern to the young man. “If you don’t trust this wrinkly old woman then there’s no helping it”.

The young man walks sluggishly home, with a bike on his side. However, his walk is soon halted by an ambulance that arrives before him. The bystanders are urging the medic to take the courageous young man to the hospital, he almost sacrifices himself for the drunk man on the street.

“Wait, I’m fine-”.

Anthony follows the medic half-heartedly, he lets the medic take care of the wounds on his body. He grabs his cellphone and wallet, from his back pocket. His heart drops when he looks at his broken LCD screen, his cellphone is barely usable because of the large c***k on the screen. At least his wallet is still intact, no one tries to snatch it.

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Anthony receives some treatment, his injuries cause him to be engulfed in bandages and stitches. He sighs when he looks at his legs, arms, and face. Pain smolder his physical body into anew, that’s what an anime hero would say. However, Anthony is not an anime hero, in this case, rather he’s just an ordinary young man who tries his best to survive.

Working as his aunt’s assistant in a cafe, his mind is still swirling with negativity and anxiety. He was discharged from the hospital as soon as his aunt picks him up, he received plenty of lectures from his aunt due to his foolishness in helping the drunk man. Aunt May lectured him while driving her family van car.

“You might think it’s good, but you can endanger yourself! Your father will get angry if he hears this, I don’t want him to yell at me for not being able to take care of his son’s wellbeing” she sighs heavily. “Please do take care of yourself Anthony, you’re a dashing young man, your kindness for others is your greatest weakness and strength”.

“I’m sorry Aunt May” Anthony sniffled. “I just don’t want to stand still when someone is in danger, if I can save them then that would be great”.

Remembering the conversation he had with his aunt, the car was filled with silence after her aunt lectures. Perhaps, Aunt May was thinking of a way to cheer him up from the wounds and scars on his body. Nevertheless, no words escape Aunt May’s thick lips, as if her lips locked tight.

When Anthony arrived at his dormitory, Aunt May waved to him with a forced smile. Even the young man knows that Aunt May was perhaps feeling unwell after what she heard on the phone. She rushed over to the appointed hospital when the nurse informed his aunt of a tragedy that took place in the streets involving her nephew.

Anthony walks slowly to his worker dormitory, which was on the fifth floor of the building. He walks to the corner, spotting the old elevator he always uses. The old ‘ding’ sound indicates the elevator’s readiness to lift him up to the top fifth floor, Anthony walks sluggishly inside the elevator.

His aunt wanted to help him walk earlier, but Anthony refuses her politely with the reason that it’s already midnight. Anthony didn’t want to cause disturbance to the neighbors and his dear aunt, thus he walked through the old flickering hallway of his dormitory. Here he is, lying on the thin bed of his dormitory with his arm sprawled on the bed.

Exhausted from his previous ordeal, he decided to take a look at the cafe’s official email through his cracked cellphone. He barely could read the content of the email but he knows that the graphic designer sent a revision concerning the cafe logo. She sent a picture with a brown coffee cup, the center of it is the word ‘Good Cup’ that acts as the coffee replacement.

“The design is simplistic and cute” he chuckles when he looks at the heart bubble popping out of the cup. “Unbelievable”.

However, he knows that he needs to buy a new cell phone since his current one is beyond repair.

“Alright, I should reply to Jury Crawford with my laptop” he opens his locked wardrobe with a key he hid under the shelf’s base, revealing a laptop bag inside his old wooden wardrobe. He slowly pulls the laptop from the bag, turning it on to reply to Jury’s email.

He doesn’t want to disappoint his aunt, thus he needs to reply to the email as swift as possible. However, it appears his fingers shiver before he could even reply to the email properly. He’s uncertain on how to appear professional in front of the graphic designer his aunt hired, rather his social skill is rather awkward and clumsy.

Anthony is assuming that the graphic designer is firm and unfriendly due to her short texts in the email, she wastes no time in explaining the change in her design along with the main point of her revision. He types with shaking hands, explaining that her design is splendid for their new cafe.

“Can I request an idea though?” Anthony asks the graphic designer. “Since you’re a Visual Communication graduate, do you have any recommendation about hashtags and promotion for our cafe?”.

He sent that to the graphic designer, hoping that Jury will be able to propose an idea for their cafe. Good Cup started as a small cafe, then blooming due to their exotic manual brew cafe that he made himself.

“I wonder if this sounds good? Is it good?” he bites his lips in uncertainty, rather unfocused and troubled by his email. “I already sent it though, there’s no turning back”.

The smells of alcohol and bandages envelopes his sense of smell, making him sick with his bandaged body. Blood still seeps through his bandage, he can feel it running through his veins. Supposedly, he should be helping around in the cafe, but he can guess that his aunt will give him a temporary vacation until he gets better.

He’s bored to death, the night is still young as he lays on the bed in annoyance. His whole body is itchy and hurt, if his cellphone is not broken he would have a login to the Holorealm app where he can talk with random strangers about his day and hobby.

“I need to ask mum about the new phone, I wonder if she has any recommendation for me” he thoughts sleazily on his bed. “But I want a better phone for gaming, I can use my salary for that I guess”.

Sitting on an old wooden chair, he browses the net for a certain brand that could help him get a better mobile gaming experience. Besides his old cellphone lags a lot to the point of overheating batteries, he had no choice but to change his old cellphone to anew.