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[asianfail]

The impatience surrounding Cameron rolled off his back easily. He knew he had been holding up the line; it only made sense.

There was a small pause before he offered up the slip of gibberish. "Good luck." He had seen lines of broken computer language make more sense than that. The more he tried to read it, the less of a hurry he was to go back to work. "Don't worry if you can't read. it."

[onemagictrick]

"Jesus H. Christ..." Issac took a long swig of coffee as he kept staring at the order. As a line cook, you had to be able to read shit like this- it wasn't like you could run out into the restaurant and ask the waitstaff what their abstract art was supposed to mean. Still, whatever was written on this paper was beyond him.

He scratched his jaw with the lip of his cup and sighed. "They must really hate the interns where you work. I'd get them all Kombuchas if I were you. That stuff tastes awful..."

[asianfail]

Kombuchas? "What is it?" Whatever it was, if it did taste awful, it was tempting. They paid his effort in buying coffee with scribbles. How much was worth the inevitable payback he'd get?

Cameron glanced at his watch before pulling out his Blueberry. No messages about how long he was gone (yet). "I should've asked them to e-mail me their orders. No way to misread that." He hoped his coworkers wouldn't be impossible enough to typo it or type it in Symbol or Wingdings. He grimaced; they would.