The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop- A Role Play

Kyle lifted up his hands. "Um, can I get a boost?" he asked. "Normally Rylie would help me but..." he glanced at the striped ball of fur which appeared to be purposefully snoring as loudly and quickly as possible, "he appears to be 'sleeping.'"
He pointed his desired location, a plug-in telephone on the counter nestled between a stainless steel sink an a refrigerator behind the coffee shop counter.
 
Kyle lifted up his hands. "Um, can I get a boost?" he asked. "Normally Rylie would help me but..." he glanced at the striped ball of fur which appeared to be purposefully snoring as loudly and quickly as possible, "he appears to be 'sleeping.'"
He pointed his desired location, a plug-in telephone on the counter nestled between a stainless steel sink an a refrigerator behind the coffee shop counter.
(Who’s he talking to?)
 
“Kyle?” Ellie’s eyes were flashing dangerously now
"Don't kill me," he said. "I plan to call 911 and your parents and get you back to your respective locations."

"So there's no way I can instantly get transported back to Ohio? Great," Cam said, dipping her brioche in the soup and glaring.
 
Kipp made his way over to the table that held the crockpots, and grabbed an empty bowl from the stack. The chicken soup was easy to identify, there was some kind of orange puree that smelled good. And then there was some other questionable, yellowish orange with green speckles through it that smelled off. He used a ladle to poke at the thick soup. Who would want to eat broccoli soup? He thought before putting the lid back on. He instead scooped as much of the Orange squash soup into his bowl as would fit and ripped off a large chunk of the bread stuffing it in his mouth to carry it back to a seat.
 
"Don't kill me," he said. "I plan to call 911 and your parents and get you back to your respective locations."

"So there's no way I can instantly get transported back to Ohio? Great," Cam said, dipping her brioche in the soup and glaring.
He paused on his way over hearing Kyles plan. And shook his head urgently, slopping some of the soup on to the floor.
"Nnnghh" He said around the hunk of bread.
Don't call my dad. Don't have emergency services call him either! He'll freak out.
 
“Fine” she grabbed him and lifted him into the table
"Thank you," Kyle said, wiping himself off and appearing to be very uncomfortable from the physical contact. He hated getting picked up.
Kyle turned over the phone and clicked out #911.
When the operator replied, he explained the situation calmly and clearly. A dozen teens were kidnapped from their homes by a man named Will Laurel and hidden in this coffee shop. It was an unbelievable story, but they would have to come anyway, and it held some truth. He already knew that no matter where they looked, they would never find him.
"The police are on their way," he announced. "Would anyone like to call their parents?"
Cam raised her hand before turning back to gulp the rest of the soup.
Kipp made his way over to the table that held the crockpots, and grabbed an empty bowl from the stack. The chicken soup was easy to identify, there was some kind of orange puree that smelled good. And then there was some other questionable, yellowish orange with green speckles through it that smelled off. He used a ladle to poke at the thick soup. Who would want to eat broccoli soup? He thought before putting the lid back on. He instead scooped as much of the Orange squash soup into his bowl as would fit and ripped off a large chunk of the bread stuffing it in his mouth to carry it back to a seat.
(Lol its broccoli cheese soup, who doesn't like that?)
 

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