✫'Sir? Do You want to make an order?'
Said blue haired man. Well, I wouldn't say man but he was definetley in early 20s.
'Yeah.'
'Alright.' he took out a little notebook.
'What would You like?'
'You.'
'I-I'm sorry s-sir.! I'm not in the menu..!'
'Right.. They I'll go with black coffee.'
'Okay, your order is coming in few minutes.'
Smaller one left. Who was ordering? I thought it was obvious. Noone other than Dabi himself. He was a pretty common in that coffee shop. One reason is that his company is near and the other is, well, becouse of the waiter. From few months here Dabi only found out his name and little more about him. Tomura Shigarki, 20 years old.
'Heee is your coffee, anything else?'
'How about... Your number?'
'If it makes you stop.. Here, give me your phone.'
'Oh, now where do you live?'
'What makes you thing I'll say it.!'
'You gave me your phone number-'
'You dickhead, do you want me to block you?'
'Nope, are you free tonight?'
'This was quick. No, I have night shift.'
'I guess I'll need more coffee tonight.'
'ehem, Shigarki. That isn't the only table. I'm not paying you to talk!'
'Right,sorry sir! That'll be 3,98 dollars, sir.'
Dabi left 20.
'I'm sorry, I don't have money to give you back. You can get it for free-'
'Take it all. 4 dollars for coffee, 16 for you.'
'I-I can't! You shall keep your money.!'
Before he could continue the man was gone.
'Little fucker..'
___________________________✫Part 2 will come out soon! Haha, I have only 4 hours on my phone bc of some stupid app i-
Nvm, good morning! You all should be awake cuz it 9.6 am-