Bungou Stray Dogs Oneshots

Sigma - Cafe Mornings

A/N
- Sigma's eyes would be referred to as grey since looking at the colorized manga I'm confused as hell
- Obviously I don't own a cafe so I tried generalizing the details, if ever I written incorrect things, please correct me, not insult.
- I did this oneshot after I felt robbed of Bones animation of Sigma. Where is the Beige vest? The heels? The sparkles?

I was going to drink this coffee with you but now I've emptied my second cup

"Owning a cafe sometimes sucks" I said out loud as I forced myself to walk towards my cafe.

Not that I absolutely loathe it or anything, it feels nice doing what I love, especially when that job is enough for me to live off with my daily needs without the need of working in a cubicle somewhere in the offices of this vast city.

If anything this is the life I envision myself to be in ever since I was little, it's has ever  been my passion.

But with great passion, come with great responsibility as the spider uncle said along those line if I remember, and well it does stand true.

One of those responsibilities include waking up very early in order to set up your shop and the needes things for today, one of which is very inconvenient when you're someone who has an immense amount of difficulty in sleeping.

A let out a big yawn as I ruby my eyes who was squinting from the sunlight, thankfully, it's not as hot as I expected it to be so I guess I shouldn't complain.

As I immense myself in my walk, seeing the familiar signage of my cafe, I slowly halt at the sight of someone staring and standing in front of it.

An early customer? I though, it's not everyday to see your usual someone who is in desperate need of coffee but never have I saw someone so early to the point of seeing them in front of my shop, right before me.

Continuing my pace, I slowly noticed the features of the person's backside

Dual-toned hair, Heels, And a formal outfit? Early in the morning?

Truly an unusual person I noted, but hey, it's not like this is a rare occasion. I had a suicidal maniac come into my store one time, what could get any weirder than that.

Currently now near the said person, I tapped their shoulder, something I felt guilty off as I saw them flinch at my touch.

I should've called their attention first, my bad

Breaking my line of thought, I ask them

"Are you perhaps a customer?"