[ GunKrist ] The Story of Us

05. Let's Drink Some Beer!

On the next morning, Krist arrived early at L'âme Sœur. Regardless of what the other three were doing, the young artist dragged the chair to the side of the stairs and set all of his drawing tools to the table.

People entered the coffee shop - some not really caring much about the guy causing a mess at the corner, while some giving him a curious look. 

Ritz just smiled and said he was preparing something nice for the café.

When there were not many customers, the boss and his two employees sat together on one side, observing Krist. Honestly, the three of them were fairly surprised, because at the moment that Krist focused on drawing, he looked completely different from his usual childish and playful side.

Seeing the way he meticulously drew every detail on the paper, his eyes following every movement of his hand, all of his gestures were soft and gentle. 

Ritz had thought that perhaps Krist only gave that delicacy for his drawings.

The drawing was half done, but Ritz could easily recognize it...

That...was his coffee counter!

Ritz used to wonder how his pictures for the shop would look like at the time they started the deal, whether they would be abstract or not. Until that day, the owner of L'âme Sœur finally got the answer for his own question.

As soon as the young artist held the brush in his hand, everything appeared in front of his sight would come real on the paper.

True in every detail..!

After three hours of drawing and painting, the picture was finally completed.

Krist put his painting palette on the ground, stretched out his arms for a few seconds, leaned his head against the stairs and started groaning.

"Water pleaseeee!!! Ask me to come here and draw since morning but no one gives me water, oh my poor throat."

"Hey, we told you to take a break and have some water, but you didn't respond, now complain what  (¬▂¬)?"  Title yipped while wiping away the dust on the African violet pot placed on the windowsill with his fingers.

Mike laughed and brought a glass of water to Krist.

He frowned as soon as seeing it.

"Just water? In this coffee shop? Oh my god, these guys are soooo cruel ~"

Ritz who was standing at the counter, busy preparing the drink, paused with a sharp glance at the whining boy when hearing that.

"One more word and you can say good bye to these two iced matcha lattes."

Krist grinned at him, showing his crescents, but then he realized something and quickly asked.

"There are two matcha lattes, you give me both or what?"

"Keep dreaming. Give one to Gun, you've done the work here, go home now."

Krist pouted, inwardly complaining Ritz for behaving like a strict old man despite having a handsome face. He could only say that to himself. Because of the creamy, tasty matcha latte, he had to grit his teeth and endure him then.

On the way back home, Krist already drank half of his drink, trying to go faster or the ice might melt before the drink reached Gun's hand.

Entering the house, the first thing the younger man saw was the older guy lying on the sofa. He had no idea what he was watching on his laptop, but he seemed pretty attentive.