[ WP ] You ask a coworker to go grab something from the storeroom . 30 minutes later , they come back pale , distressed , and visibly shaken

It's a slow day in Gremlin's Cafe, an unwelcome scenario for busy bee Winona, who in the eyes of her co-workers was a nice girl who needs to visit a psychiatrist. Winona has OCD, she's unchecked but her symptoms are eerily visible. Her co-workers love her of course, she makes everyone's job a lot easier; She's meticulous, dependable, and incredibly pleasant to look at, the last one being Paul's comment. It was obvious to everyone, except for Winona, that he has the hots for her. 
 
 It was unusual for the cafe to not be busy, the main reason Winona took a job in the cafe was because she saw how busy it was 24/7. Once she started working, she can just let herself go as the flow of business carries her along, and afterwards give her that indispensable feeling of doing something great. But at this moment, she's on the verge of having a panic attack. 
 
 `` 9987,9988,9989...'' she counted as her breath deepens every time. The thing that she's counting was the small square designs on the floor. They were the size of a die so she had to crawl at the ground to look at them and to avoid making a mistake. 
 
 Her co-workers has been watching her since she counted up to 5000. Her co-workers are as follows; Paul the newbie, Sarah the blond chef, and Mike the owner's son and current manager. 
 
 `` Should we make a'guess how many squares in the floor' game for the customers after she's finished?'' said Sarah. `` You know, just like those jelly bean jars.'' 
 
 `` No, we really should n't,'' said Mike, taking a handful of nuts in the barista counter and eating it one by one. 
 
 `` Then we should stop her!'' Paul suggested, surprising Mike and Sarah with his yell. 
 
 `` I would love to, but when I stopped her the last time, she, uh, well...'' Sarah trailed. 
 
 `` What happened?'' asked Mike. 
 
 `` She went nuts,'' said Sarah. `` That's right, you were n't here at the time.'' 
 
 `` I do n't believe you,'' said Paul. They then all look back at Winona. 
 
 `` 10100, 10101,10101... shit!'' she hissed. `` God damn it, I made a mistake!'' she then went back to counting from the beginning. 
 
 `` Okay, maybe there's some truth in your story,'' said Paul. `` But that does n't mean we should just let her be!'' 
 
 `` Alright, alright, I'll handle this,'' said Mike. `` Winona, hey!'' he called fruitlessly. Seeing this, he approached her and crouched down to get her attention. `` Winona, can you do me a favor?'' 
 
 At this, Winona's head immediately perked. 
 
 `` What is it, boss?'' she asked with glimmer in her eyes. 
 
 This surprised Mike and made him agree with Paul's comment about her, but he squashed that interest and with his best managerial voice, he asked her to buy coffee beans at the market nearby. 
 
 `` Alright,'' she stood, took some money at the cashier, and head off, not even questioning why she should buy coffee beans for a cafe morbidly equipped with bags and boxes of coffee beans behind the counter. 
 
 `` Coffee beans? Really?'' said Sarah incredulously. 
 
 `` I panicked, cut me some slack,'' said Mike and they all went back to work. 
 
 30 minutes later, Winona came back, but something was amiss. She's pale, paler than when she went nuts according to Sarah's memory. She did brought a bag of coffee beans, a small one to be exact. It was a product of a rival coffee shop, S_arB_cks, they all noticed. 
 
 `` Winona, are you all right?'' asked Paul. 
 
 `` Y-Yeah,'' Winona jerked unexpectedly, she looks incredibly distressed. `` I'm fine,'' she gave the bag to him and asked Mike for a break. He agreed and she went to the break room hurriedly. 
 
 `` What's up with her?'' Sarah asked Paul. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 Hours passed by and customers started frolicking in the cafe. Winona happily glides around the place, taking orders and handing out plates of food and cups of coffee. Paul smiles behind the counter when he saw how happy she was. Unfortunately, he could n't enjoy the view since it comes with a long line of customers. 
 
 `` Good evening, sir, what'll it be?'' he asked, his smile still stuck on his face. 
 
 `` Well, are n't you jolly,'' said the customer. `` Just a brewed coffee lad, medium sized.'' 
 
 `` Okay, that'll be a dollar, sir,'' the man gave him that needed dollar and he went to fix his drink; taking a medium sized cup, putting a carton around it, and pouring black coffee inside. The man took a sip on it, not minding the line behind him nor the hotness of the coffee. 
 
 `` Fantastic,'' said the man. `` And here I thought I would n't get my coffee fix since St_rBu_ks burned down. They might be mainstream, but their coffee was delicious.'' 
 
 `` What?'' said Paul. `` W-What happened to Sta_Buc_s?'' there were now passive-aggressive growls on the long line. 
 
 `` There was an explosion in the kitchen apparently, no one got hurt though, so that was good,'' said the man amiably. `` Guess I would n't discover your shop if ________ did n't get burned down, so silver lining.'' 
 
 Paul laughed awkwardly as the man went on his way. He looked at his crush, thoughts flooding his mind, thoughts he does n't want to think of. 
 
 `` She went nuts,'' he remembered what Sarah said. 
 
 He then shook his head, finding the thought ridiculous and went to work. 
 
 Inside Winona's head, however, was a singing voice, casually humming, `` That's what you get when you steal our customers, that's what you get when you steal our customers~'' and on and on and on.
