Hi, thanks for reading this. I appreciate it very much.
Notes: This story is kind of based off my favorite Korean drama "Coffee Prince" but it is not exactly like it.
Also, the story may not be like the Powerpuff Girls series but please give it a try. I'm 99.9% sure you'll like it! The rest of the .1%, is the hope that you will like it. Fortunately, the characters will still have their most attributes like in the show.

Disclaimer: I do not possess the creations of the Powerpuff Girls and the Coffee Prince show.

P.S. I did not change the fact that the PPG and the RRB know each other.

Butch's P.O.V.

"We're old enough," I exclaimed to my father, "We've been old enough for the past four years now."

"Really? That old?" he asked.

"Uh yes," Boomer said, "Our 24th birthday was just months ago."

"Can't I at least inherit half of the company's power?" I begged.

"Ahem, excuse me?" Brick interrupted, "What about us? What part of the company power will we get?"

"We will get some power over the company, right?" Boomer asked.

"Of course" our father said, "but I have to test you first."

"A test?" I groaned. "I do not want to do any test."

"Do you recall how this company started?" he ignored. "Our family was in short of money and we needed –"

I interrupted. "We needed a way to get more money..."

Boomer continued. "So then you and mom started a small coffee shop..."

"And it became a huge success and blossomed into this wonderful company we have today," Brick scoffed, "Yeah, we've heard it all before."

"So what?" I asked.

My father glared at us then sighed. "Your work will be spilt up. Brick, you will take over our yogurt shop."

Brick sighed. "Which one?"

"The one that is going down in ruins," he immediately said. Brick nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Why that one?" he exclaimed.

"Because it will allow me to see whether you are capable of bringing a business up or down," father continued, "Boomer, you will manage the ice cream parlor downtown."

Boomer nodded then stopped in confusion. "Wait, what ice cream parlor downtown? There is only one and it is uptown."

Father smirked. "Exactly, the new building is nearly finished. You will now manage the place. And no worry, our ice cream is getting so famous, hundreds of customers will be lining up at the door at the grand opening." Then he looked at me.

"Butch," he pondered, "What can you do?"

"What can he do?" Brick snickered. I glared at him.

"Butch, our coffee shop is going down," my father said, "I want you to bring it back to the top."

Boomer and Brick scoffed as their jaw dropped. "What!" they shouted.

"What makes Butch so special that he gets the coffee shop?" Boomer questioned.

"Yeah, if Butch brings that coffee shop to ruins then –"

"Yes, the heart of the company will go down too," Father said, "But rest assured Butch will not bring the company down."

"It's just a coffee shop," I scoffed.

"It's the coffee shop," Boomer corrected, "It's where the company started. It's where the company gets most of its money from."

"No one goes to that old shop anyways," I said.

"Have you seen that place? It's pretty fancy for coffee shop," Brick said, "It's always packed; everytime of the day: breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner."

"Don't disappoint me," Father said, looking at each of us. "Go on, you start today."

Brick and Boomer left but I stayed in my seat.

"Father, why did you choose me to manage the coffee shop? It's so important to you and I'm not even the oldest, let alone the most responsible. You've said I've been the least responsible."

He drew a long breath. "Yes that is true," he said, "But you've also been saying how much you've wanted to earn my trust and most importantly a share of the company. This is your time to prove it. Don't fail. Off you go."

I smiled in amazement. I couldn't believe that I was going to manage the coffee shop. I better not mess up. I'm going to be the best manager my father has ever seen, I'll make sure of it. I have to be responsible and strict with who I hire. This is hard work. I don't want to disappoint Father; I think I would just die out of guilt if I fail.

My father and mother started that coffee shop. After long years of hard work, their shop spread to all parts of the city. Before they knew it, they started to sell yogurt, ice cream, pretzels, hot dogs, and so much more.

If I fail then all the memories of mother will be gone. That coffee shop has pictures of my mother and father on the day it started. It showed my mother working hard. It also shows a old letter in a frame. I memorized it, knowing how much it actually touched my heart.

My dear Nathaniel,
Do not cry for me. The truth is I never left you. This is it my love. It's the end. For ten years, we have been together. I am afraid to tell myself that I will not see you any longer, afraid that it is not a lie. But it is okay, my love, because what we have – our love – is strong. Strong enough to surpass anything. I know I will not make it though. Just send my love to the children for me please. And please remember that I will not leave you. You remember when you asked me to marry you. You said that you hope to grow old together. I know that we will not live up to that but, we came close. Being with you, felt like a lifetime of happiness. The family, our children, made me know that I will leave in happiness and peace. I am so blessed to have you all in my life. Please do not forget me and do not forget our love.
All my love,
Claire

My mother had cancer and she knew she would not make it. It was killing her and there was absolutely no way the doctors could help her live longer.
Two days after she wrote the letter, she died.
That is why this coffee shop is so important. I seriously cannot fail.

The Coffee Shop

"Yeah, I'm at the coffee shop," I answered on the phone. "No you don't have to come here... No, I got everything covered. I don't need you here... No I do not want to be with you... No. No. No." I looked around the coffee shop. It was pretty fancy for a coffee shop. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye." I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath in and sighed with a smile.

"Hey Butch," a worker named Henry called out. Henry is a family friend; and he was one of the first workers here. "Who was that you were talking to, huh? You sounded pretty pissed at whoever it was."

I leaned my head back and groaned. "Yeah," I sighed running a hand through my messy hair. "It was Princess."

"Princess?" Henry asked. "Oh I get it. It's your girl's nickname you have for her."

"No it's not a nickname, she's not my girl – even though she thinks she is.

"Okay, I don't want to be a part of that," he laughed, "Anyway, you're the manager, huh?"

I nodded with pride. "Yup, my father really does trust me with this place."

He chuckled. "Good luck." He then nodded towards some tables in the corner. They were full of people – some with coffee, some without. They were waiting.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"They want a job," Henry answered. "And it's your job to interview them. Hey, don't worry, it may seem like a lot of people over there, but really, there is only one person who came for a job interview." I sighed in relief.

I sat down on a table as Henry told the interviewee to come to my table. The person nodded and walked over to my table. My eyes watched the person sit down.

"I'm here for a job interview. How do you do, I'm Buttercup. You need a barista don't you? I have the ability," the person said. "Will you employ me?"

I stayed silent for a moment. I don't think she even recognizes me. "Are you a boy or a girl?" – Buttercup scowled – "Do you have ID?" I teased.

"I'm a girl!" she exclaimed as she sat back in her chair, "Where's your ID? Are you really the owner of this place or am I just here so that you can annoy me?"

I pulled out my wallet and showed that I was the owner of the coffee shop.

"Oh… I see," she said, "So you're the new owner of this place. Princess Butch asked Daddy for a share of the company, huh?" I roll my eyes.

Desperate for a barista, I answer, "Anyways you got the job." She smiles.

"Wow, you didn't even ask me any questions about what I know," she said, "Great. I'll start as soon as possible." I stood up and she followed me. I walked to the supply closet.

"So you're a coffee prince huh?" she asks on the way, "I heard that Nathaniel of the great food company gave his sons the company."

I look over my shoulder. "No, not yet. For now, I only own the coffee shop," I said ruffling throughout the closet. I paused. "Wait, Coffee prince? Is that what you said?"

"Yeah, you know what I mean." I tossed her a pile of clothes, which she managed to catch.

"That's your uniform. Go change and start as soon as you change." She glared at me but nonetheless, she walked away to change.

Buttercup's P.O.V.

"Hang in there dad," I whisper. My sisters and I stood around my father in the hospital. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive."

My father chuckled. "I'm afraid that there is nothing you can do. We all knew this day would come." All of us sadly nodded.

Bubbles spoke up, holding back tears. "It's okay, let's just be thankful for what we have right now."

"Yeah," Blossom choked out, "Even though we aren't exactly the richest people in the world, we have the closest and strongest love of all families."

The nurse walked in. "I'm sorry girls, you have to leave right now. You can come back in a couple hours or so, alright?" We all sadly nodded and walked out the door. We all gave our father one last look of sympathy as we left.

"How will we support the family now?" I asked. "We were already poor to begin with."

"Not poor," Blossom argued, "Just... not wealthy."

"We need a way to earn some money," Bubbles said, "Like getting a job."

I sighed. "Can't we just ask for money from the mayor? I mean, he does owe us something for saving the town a lot."

"No, we can't do that," Blossom said, "It won't feel right, not earning it ourselves. I think a job might be good for us."

"Fine," I scoffed, "But only because I want to help dad, and this family too."

"Just start small, stay with a small job at first," Blossom instructed, "Just stay with that job until we find a better paying one."

"Well, I'm going to the coffee shop," I said, walking out of the hospital.

The Coffee Shop

I sat down and waited patiently. I got bored so I ordered a caramel macchiato; it was pretty good. I can see why people go here a lot. I got bored again and sipped my macchiato. I text messaged my sisters.

Hey, what job are you getting? I asked them both.
I think I'm going to try the yogurt shop, Bubbles replied.
I don't know... I guess I'll try the ice cream parlor because I'm standing in front of it right now, Blossom answered.
Great, I sent to both of them, I'm at the coffee shop. I think I'll get a job interview. I have to find the owner now. Bye.

I stood up from my seat. "Um, excuse me?" I asked a worker behind the counter. He looked up. "There are job interviews today, correct?" I asked. He nodded. "So where is the manager?"

"Oh he will arrive shortly," he answered, "We'll inform you as soon as he gets here." I nodded and walked back to my seat.

Ten minutes later, the same person I talked to came up to me. "The owner is here now. He is ready for your job interview." He gestured for me to get up and go to a table with a man sitting down in front of it. I smiled and walked to the man at the table. He looked kind of annoyed. I saw him earlier talking on the phone. I guess who he was talking to was not exactly nice to talk to.

"I'm here for an interview. How do you do, I'm Buttercup," I said trying to sound as nice as I possibly could – which wasn't sounding so good. "You need a barista, don't you? I have the ability. Will you employ me?"

The manager did not respond for a while. "Are you a boy or a girl?" he spat out. How rude! What kind of a question – what kind of a guy would ask that question? "Do you have ID?" he asked. I felt my body tighten and my fists clench.

"I'm a girl!" I scoffed. I sat back in my chair and relaxed. "Where's your ID? Are you really the owner of this place or am I just here so that you can annoy me?"

He sat back in his chair and reached into his pocket; he took out a wallet and opened it. It revealed a card saying that he was the rightful owner of this coffee shop.

"Oh I see," I mumbled dumbly. Then he said something I would have never thought he would.

"Anyway you got the job." I smiled.

"Wow, you didn't even ask me any questions about what I know," I said, "Great. I'll start as soon as possible." He stood up and I did too. I followed him as he walked away.

"So you're a coffee prince huh?" I asked while walking, "I heard that Nathaniel of the great food company gave his sons a share of the company."

"No, not yet. For now, I only own the coffee shop," he answered looked around the closet. Then he stopped and looked at me. "Wait, Coffee prince? Is that what you said?"

"Yeah. You know what I mean." Out of nowhere, he tossed me a pile of clothes. I had to stretch my arm up to catch it. I looked at it. It was a ruffled white collared shirt, a low black vest, and black pants. (Notes: See my profile to see how the uniform looks like. Don't worry, it is not ugly.)

"That's your uniform. Go change and start as soon as you change." I nodded then headed off.

...

I walked out of the bathroom and smoothed out my clothes. Suddenly hands went onto my shoulders and the person – whoever it was – pulled me in front of them. I turned my head and saw the manager. I just remembered, I don't even know his name.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He shushed me.

"What are you doing?" I repeated. He let of me.

"You see that girl?" He pointed to some girl at a table drinking coffee. "That's a girl I have to marry."

"And you don't want to marry her?"

"Of course not," I scoffed, as if I should already know that.

"Then don't," I simply advised.

He scoffed. "You think it's that easy, cute. But seriously, I do not want her here or with me."

"Why?" I said over my shoulder, "She looks like a nice person."

"Oh that's what I thought when I first met her. No, she is a de-"

"Butchie!" I heard someone screech. "Oh Butchie? It's me, Princess! Come out, come out, wherever you are." It was that girl that the boss doesn't want to marry. So his name is Butchie.

"Hey, Butchie," I said again over my shoulder, "She's looking for you." I chuckled and took his hands off my shoulders, pushing him towards the girl.

"You got the job!" I heard someone say from my right. I turned and saw that employee I talked to before the interview. He hugged me. He acts as if he's known me for years. He's a nice guy.

Then he handed me a tray with two coffee filled mugs on it. "This is for table six over there." He pointed past Butchie and his girl, towards the table near the window in the corner. I nodded and headed toward.

When I was within earshot of Butchie and that girl, I heard Butchie say, "No, Princess!" She took hold of his hands. I walked past them to the table six.

I set the two cups of coffee to the people and started walking back towards the kitchen.

When I was within earshot of the boss and that girl, I heard the girl cry, "Why not, honey?" As soon as I past them, the boss grabbed me by the shoulders and put his arm around me.

"Because I have a girlfriend," he said, answering the girl. My eyes widened in shock. Girlfriend? I did not sign up for this.

"Right?" the boss smiled at me, then he thought for a second, "Buttercup?" Of course, he can barely remember my name and he already calls me his girlfriend.

"Her?" the girl shouted, "Your employee?" He simply nodded, smiling down at me.

So what do you think? Please review. And as for my other story, "Don't Want an Ending" I will continue working on that. I just got STUCK. I don't know what to write. But I'll figure it out. Maybe with your help? :)