meant to be? || venti x reader

ch 1

Have you ever heard of fate? The way it intertwines itself with you, without mercy. It happens whether you want it to or not.

So, I suppose, when I walked into the Angel's Share, was it fate that I met Venti? But then again, none of this would have happened if I hadn't broken up with my previous partner the same day. I'd spent the past couple of hours convincing myself that I didn't care and that he didn't deserve me. But I did care. We'd been together for several months when he informed me that he'd been dating someone else.

Anyway, I'd (almost) fully convinced myself that I didn't need him. That didn't stop me from feeling sad, however. I've always tried to be positive because then I don't need to look back on the things that brought me down, and I'd just keep on going with life. Like some sort of lawnmower that has no off button. Or a Kamera that just keeps on taking photos. 

I ended up walking to the Angel's Share to have a non-alcoholic drink and possibly some food. I wanted to avoid meeting my partner and their new significant other, and they never went through the alleyways near Mondstadt's walls (which is a shame, they're very nice to walk through) and the alleyways sort of lead to this tiny "square", although not of course as grand as the one near Mondstadt Cathedral. In this "square", there are a couple of houses and some tables which are next to the Angel's Share. I find this is my favourite part of Mondstadt's city because it's quiet (at least outside of the tavern, the tavern is always full at night) and instead of being cramped it feels like there's breathing room, if you know what I mean.

I entered the tavern and found myself a seat upstairs, as downstairs is really crowded. I like being downstairs usually, it feels like some sort of cosy hangout down there. Except with drunk middle-aged men. I didn't feel like "hanging out", so I sat in the furthest corner of the upstairs, near the door to the balcony. Usually, people sit here when they need some alone time, and that was exactly what I needed.

But then this boy (who I wasn't sure was of drinking age) came upstairs, and upon spotting me, sat right in front of me. I'm pretty sure the first five minutes he was the only one talking, sort of rambling about things and pestering me with questions. I gave him several looks to try to indicate to him that I didn't want to talk. To be fair, the things he was talking about were kind of interesting, and I ended up listening and sitting on the edge of my seat for the next part of the story.

After about fifteen minutes of this, however, the landlord (Diluc I think) dragged him back downstairs to pay for the wine he stole. The bard waved at me, and asked if I'd come again as Diluc tugged him down the stairs.