As Smush waited for the barista to prepare his favorite beverage - a quadruple mocha latte, hold the espresso - he heard an urgent whisper from behind a nearby tapestry.
"Psst, Smush! Over here! It's me, Mogey."
"No introduction needed, my friend," Smush replied, ducking behind the drapery to join his pal. "You're quite literally the only person I know in this town who would hide behind a coffee shop tapestry. Although I must say: It smells fabulous back here."
"That's my quadruple mocha latte, hold the espresso," said Mogey. "Care for a sip?"
"I'm already waiting on one, thank you. Anyway, what's got you acting so clandestine?"
"My crush is over there," Mogey admitted, pointing toward the oatmeal bar. Smush gazed in the direction his pal indicated, and a glimmer of understanding illuminated his face.
"How many times must I tell you that the Sun-Maid Raisins girl is not real?" Smush said gently.
"BEHIND the raisin box, ye roustabout!"
"Is that Luciana Blunderbuss? Heiress to the Gardetto Snack Mix fortune?"
"And the greatest thumb-wrestler in three counties," Mogey confirmed with a lovesick sigh. "You know what?" Mogey continued, profoundly unprompted, "you're right. I should just go talk to her!"
"No, Mogey, she's--" Smush began, but his pal was already gone. "...famously both hard of hearing and ill-tempered. Godspeed, comrade."
What Mogey said, only the other patrons of the oatmeal bar will ever know, but Luciana Blunderbuss's response was to slap him across the face, give him an enormous smooch on the cheek, and engage him in an impromptu thumb-wrestling match that pushed Mogey to the very limits of his fortitude.
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