𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝘬. 𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘺𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝟬𝟭. 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟎𝟏 / 𝟎𝟔 / 𝟐𝟏

i put all the forlorn and dirty dishes carefully on my tray and walk back to the kitchen, placing them gently on the marble counter. i slide a small bead of sweat off my forehead then wipe invisible dust off my hands. i make my way back to the counter where the cash register lies. sitting down on a barstool, i sit there patiently, waiting for people to make their way into my cafe.

there might not be people, though. we're closing in around thirty minutes.

i wait for a while, before pulling out an old book about sherlock holmes. flipping to my bookmark, i start reading.

i get immersed in the book, when my thoughts are suddenly jolted back into the present by the sound of the old bell ringing. quickly, i put my book down and smile at the newcomer.

he smiles back, waving a pale hand. "hey."

"hey," i greet back, nodding my head. "tell me when you're ready to order, mmkay?"

he grins at me. "no 'what can i help you with, today?'" he leans on the counter, looking up at me.

i smile softly back. "you obviously came in here to order something. asking that would be pointless."

"true," he agrees, standing up. he runs a hand through his snowy hair. "well, can i have a hot chocolate, please?"

i hum, putting his order into the register. "of course. that'll be 217.17 yen, please."

he hands me some money, and i count it out quickly, putting it into the machine. it spews out change and i hand it to him, before getting off my stool.

"wait here, sir, and i'll be out soon. you can choose anywhere you wish to sit."

"killua," the boy interjects. "call me killua."

i raise an eyebrow. "forgive me for being sassy, but i doubt i'll see you again, so i think it's appropriate to just call you 'sir.'"

killua shrugs. "if that's what you'd like, i guess."

i smile gratefully at him and then make my way back to the kitchen. pulling out ingredients, i assemble them on the news-papered counter. grabbing a pan, i swiftly make the drink. placing it on a tray, i put marshmallows, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup alongside it. for extra, i grab a cookie straw and put it on a napkin.

walking out, i see killua's placed himself in a window booth. carefully, i put the tray in front of him. he looks at it and then back at me, curiosity at what i am going to do written all over his face.

what i'm about to do, though, is probably going to be quite anti-climatic for him. i look at him from up above and ask, "would you like any of these? they're free."