Harrison is your average Fate fan with a "light" obsession with FGO. However with a Holy Grail of his own can he survive? See if he can become one of the seven core masters, with his first of many servants Artoria Pendragon (Alter), or will his name...
It had been a few days since archer first joined Stella in her daily endeavors to keep up her work as the owner of her small cafe in the nearby mall, yet he proved himself to be indispensable. The business had been more than bombing ever since she added him as a head chef cooking up all sorts of dishes she had never even considered selling, along with pastries and other baked goods, "Take that Starbucks," she said to herself in the middle of writing down an order. It was simply two croissants and two americanos (a type of coffee). Yet, the call she had gotten from Harrison still worried her, she didn't know what he was talking about and it was that unease that made her so worrisome.
He said she was in some sort of ordeal in which her or Archer's life would be threatened yet over the past couple of days nothing of the sort had happened in fact things had gotten substantially better. "Excuse me ma'am are you alright," the voice of the man she was currently taking the order from pulled her from her thoughts immediately. "Oh yes I am so sorry I can be an airhead sometimes haha," she quickly retorts finishing up the order succinctly.
Though as she did so for a moment she could swear in the corner of her eye she saw someone's shadow, not in sync with the person, but just as quick as she saw it the discrepancy disappeared. It was probably just a trick of the lights or something of the sort, nothing to be too concerned about, besides it would be time to close down the shop and the mall altogether soon enough she was probably just tired from all the extra work she was putting in. With a determined sigh, Stella straightened her apron and pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail despite the two strands that still stuck out no matter what she did.
After another 3 hours of business keeping the cafe running smoothly the final customer of the day finally left their establishment. "Geez Archer today was really busy huh," Stella said as she slowly slid to the ground leaning against the glass case that held the few remaining pastries of the day. "That it was Stella though it was thanks to your management skills we actually got through it," Archer said with falsified praise. "Oh come on now..." Stella's words momentarily caught in her throat as she remembered the reason he was here, because it wasn't to be hired as her cafe's chef (Yes hired he is paid for his work). "Are you mad at me that we aren't going after other masters to win the war and stuff," Stella said meekly. Archer slowly slid down next to her, "I cannot say I am particularly upset no if it is your choice for me to spend my time here with you then I will simply enjoy the break from my typical profession," he said as he ruffled Stella's hair.
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(Archer's current fit)
Due to Archer's amnesia that even Harrison seemed to know about Stella didn't know how old he was but he couldn't have been much older than her based on his looks. And yet, when he did stuff like this it made her blush and look away, despite deep down knowing his heart wasn't in it. No, she could tell this man had somewhere, or somewhen maybe, where he already met the one for him and it was not Stella. It hurt a lot, as Stella was in her late 20s and pretty much alone, she didn't really have any friends, she didn't have a lover, her family all lived out of state and so the first person around her age she felt a connection with was this fragment of someone from the "Thrown of Heros," as Harrison told her over text one night when she inquired about Archer.
