Roman was getting annoyed. The emo hadn't been answering his texts, he had been so frustratingly distant and it was driving him mad. Everytime Jackson didn't answer his texts, he felt like he had to find Patton and take him away from him, even if Patton was in the same room as him. He just... He couldn't stand the idea of Virgil influencing his brother.

The day dragged by, with Roman still not receiving a text from him.

It was getting to the point where he was in a foul, distrusting mood, and the confusing homework they had been set for biology wasn't helping. He couldn't read it properly, which might have been something to do with sleep, and it was getting on his nerves that were already on edge.

So, he decided to do the only thing he could think. Text Virgil Jackson and hope he finally answers.

Hey, emo-

There was no answer for a long time and he frowned. "Why the bloody hell can't you just answer?" He muttered to himself. A thought of Virgil lying on a sofa somewhere, on a high, entered his head and he sighed irritatedly. "Of course, you're some druggie... Why on earth should I expect you to be functioning like a normal member of society?"

Virgil really wished he was on a high right now. That might've made the current situation a whole lot better...

"It's unbelievable!" Screeched a teenage girl, a few years younger than him, causing a dramatic scene. "I won't stand for this unfair treatment!"

Virgil swallowed, clenching his fists under the table. Do not punch a customer, he silently reminded himself. Do not punch a customer. "Miss," He said, keeping his voice calm. "I'm sorry about the milkshake but I didn't-"

"I always used to think this place was nice!" The girl cried with a petulant whine to her voice. "But now I see how judgy you are!"

The emo knew he looked visibly confused. "I'm sorry?"

"You're deliberately giving me less cream!" She accused, pointing dramatically.

"Miss, I didn't even make these, I just placed the orders-"

"You like Jenny!" The girl decided loudly, as if it was the only possible solution. "That's why you gave her more cream than me!"

Virgil frowned and her friend went red.

"Kayla," The other girl, Jenny, said, tugging at her sleeve. "Can't we just go?"

"I want more cream!" The girl demanded. "I refuse to be treated unfairly just because you like my friend!"

Virgil took a slow breath. "Miss," He began, struggling to be polite. "I do not like your friend. It is quite possible that we've run out of cream. I wouldn't know, I only take orders."

"This is a restriction to my human rights!" She cried. "You are abusing my human rights!"

Virgil frowned. "Uh, I don't think I am-"

"The customer is always right!" The girl shouted. "So I'm right and you're wrong! I want a new milkshake!"

"Miss, there's nothing wrong with your milkshake."

"There's barely any cream! Jenny got so much cream and I got practically none! I want to speak to your manager!"

One or two people in the watching crowd snickered and Virgil had to take another calming breath. "I'm sorry, miss, but the manager isn't on sight at the moment. They're on holiday with their family, and they're out of the country."

"Get your manager on the phone, then! I demand to speak to him!"

"Miss, I can't get on the phone to them, especially since there is no current problem at hand."

"No problem?!" The girl bellowed voice cracking. "No problem?! The only reason you're not putting me on the phone with your manager is because you know he'd think I'm right and he'd fire you for being such a terrible worker!"

Virgil smiled coldly. "No, miss, they wouldn't. Please enjoy your milkshake. Have a great day."

With the girls' friend having to drag her from the premise, the girl left kicking and screaming. Many members of the crowd were laughing, some looked scared, and others were putting away their phones. Virgil sighed and then someone tapped him on his shoulder.

It was the girl who took after his shift and he smiled briefly at her before going, letting her relieve him of his job. He walked into the staff room, picking up his things when he saw texts from the contact he had - rather cleverly, in his opinion - saved as 'Stalker'.

Hey, emo-

Virgil sighed. "Just what I need now," He growled.

-Sorry, I didn't see your text

-I was at work

With that, he put his phone away and started to walk to his gym. He had a match today and was quite excited at the idea of letting out his frustration over the incident with a Karen over warm-ups. He didn't feel his phone vibrate again.