"Artificial Stars" Ejen Ali x Reader

"Fluffy Gift."

Hello once again! Motivation's around and figured why not pour in this fluff?

Jira_4's long-awaited request was served!

Also Thank you Darkcathleen for the ideas in this chapter! I greatly appreciate it.

Also, [C/b] is equivalent to Cat Breed, it can be your favorite or some random breed.

(Zass x Shy! Gender Neutral! Reader)

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───┐

“So it's only the two of us?”

   My voice quivered in embarrassment, and the rosiness on my face become more visible every second – the only response being silent agreement.

   It was supposed to be a normal hangout, just a group of friends eating out at a Cat Café and maybe considering adopting one of the adorable felines.

   Almost everyone was looking forward to this – Some would ramble on and on about cats, others would just go there for the food, and some just follow.

    I was dismayed, finding out that the others weren’t coming. With all of them had similar responses, ranging from family nights, and plain academic dilemmas.

Though despite all that, There was only one that showed up.

   Feeling a sudden tap on my shoulder, I slowly met his gaze. He wordlessly pointed to the nearby Cat Café, where all of us were supposed to go.

  As ditching us both wouldn't be enough, the person opposite of me just had to be...

   He reached out his willowy hands, intending to take a peek at the feline restaurant – and before I know it, slender fingers gingerly wrapped around my smaller hand.

Zass.

   The blush on my face never left, only getting more and more vivid, as we both strolled our way inside the establishment.

   With a bell ring, doors were gently opened by the lanky male's spare hand. Both of us were immediately met with peculiar ambrosia, the scent getting stronger as we approached the front counter.

   “Good Evening, may I take your order?” the waitress chirped, handing out cat-themed menus. Skimming through columns of drinks and desserts, an order came into my mind.

   Yet instead of saying it aloud, my hesitating gaze turned to the taller male. Giving a small glance, he scooted closer. With our faces only inches apart, he tapped a recipe on the menu that I currently clenched.

That’s way too close!

   “U-uh– we would like to have [F/d], and a vanilla milkshake.” a hum came out from the waitress, and with a closed-eyed smile she exclaimed,

“Okay, coming right up!”

   As the energetic lady got on with our drinks, with me still stunned by what just happened.