Love of a Deity

No Filter

George Pov:

As soon as I walked in the door, I was hit with the smell of coffee and fresh pastry. The place was mostly window lit, with a few candles lighting up the darker spots; like the counter and corners.

I scanned the room. Nothing out of the ordinary, thank goodness. I can't take any more stress today.

The cafe was not busy in the slightest. It was probably just going to be a slow day. Which is good for me at least.

I saw Hannah behind the counter cleaning and filling the display cases with pastries. It looked like she was just prepping for the day since she just opened.

Her hair was wavy, a gentle light brown color. Her green eyes remind me of spring leaves, and her skin was pale with a pinkish tint.

Hannah had a pink sweater, and a reddish skirt covered by an white apron that had a few fresh stains. Her left arm was covered wrapped in vines with blooming roses. Some even ran up to her neck.

It was strange, but I never asked about it since I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

At the sound of a bell Hannah poked her head from under the counter, balancing a plate of muffins.

I was greeted by Hannah's gentle voice, "Hello, George! Welcome back, just give me a second to get myself sichuated and I'll be right with you.".

I nodded, waiting patiently for her to finish whatever she was doing.

Hannah popped up from under the counter.

"Alright! Sorry about that George I was just- oh my." Hannah let out a quiet gasp, as her eyes laid on the figure behind me.

Hannah blinks, almost as if she was checking if what she was seeing was really there.

Dream clears his throat loudly, snapping Hannah out of whatever was holding her up.

"I'm so sorry! I've just- I've never seen you before. Is this a friend of yours George?" She asked, still obviously nervous.

I give her a reassuring smile, "Ya, this is Dream. He's my-"

"Suitor."

...

What!

"Dream!" I squealed, takin completely off guard by his words.

My face went red. He just called himself my suitor. The fuck?! Isn't a suiter someone who has the intention of- of marriage... Oh my God, there is no way that's what he meant.

Dream shrugged, "It's true."

I stayed silent. I didn't feel like fighting him on this, especially since poor Hannah is literally right, across from us. She doesn't need to hear any of that.

I glare at Dream, then turn back to Hannah, "Anyway! Can I get a coffee with cream, and a jam tart." I list my usual order then, pull out my coin purse.

"Dream, what do you want?" I ask, still facing away from him. Too embarrassed to look at him at the moment.

Dream hums, looking at the display case.

He pulled out two gold out of nowhere, and placed it on the counter, "A black coffee." He said blankly.

Hannah's eyes went wide, "Um sr, this is too much! Be the coffee is only four silver, and the total cost was nine silver an-"

Dream waved her off, "Don't care. Just make it quick."

Dream grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me away from the counter before I could even begin to complain.