The Sun Proposed to the Moon

I Like You

Cale dropped a few coins on the counter. All of which were gold. He's spent a majority of his day shopping for this guy with a pillow for a chest.

Cale's presence made the tea shop fall silent.

"Welcome Young Master. The third floor has been reserved for you and your partner."

"He's not back yet?"

Cale stood with a hand on his hip. The redhead was beyond tired and could really use a drink or two. He'd have bought the entire store with how long they were taking to process his order. It's not like he asked for anything difficult, in fact Cale had given them the proper measurements and colors he was looking for.

Cale has always had a special eye for things.

He knew what colors or styles went together and the worth of jewels at just a glance. That was why he could win the best dressed noble, if such a competition existed.

'Earlier he was heading in the direction of that tree with the dark energy around it.'

That tree in the slum had been there for a long time. During Cale's first life the dark tree had mysteriously become green. It was flowing with life as if it had suddenly been healed.

"I'm afraid not, Young Master but I can bring you some tea while you wait."

"Give me something that's not bitter or sour and, ah and a list of your best novels. You do have those here, yes?"

"Yes, we have a wide selection of novels, Young Master. Is there a specific genre you prefer?"

Billos smiled widely at Cale. The people within the shop were tense the second Cale had entered, bodies shaking like a leaf on a windy day. Cale had grown accustomed to ignoring people like that.

"I'm an avid reader so I'll read just about anything. If it's too difficult just bring me something you like. I promise not to judge your tastes too harshly."

Cale joked with a small smile. Billos would become head of the merchant guild. He also had something Cale wanted.

"Haha, I will do my best."

"Great, thanks."

It was at that moment Billos looked at Cale with an odd expression and a man within the tea shop broke into a coughing fit. From the suffocating atmosphere and dead silence anyone could have understood the sudden fear coming from the people.

The woman next him rushed to his side and patted his back in an attempt to stop the coughing.

Cale turned around with a frown on his face and the blood of the people ran cold.

"Are you sick?"

"H, huh?"

"Well?"

"No Y, young Master. I just got something stuck in my throat, I'm sorry for being a disturbance."

Cale's frown deepened.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"E, excuse me?"

"You're excused. Why are you apologizing? You should just be glad you're not sick, don't apologize for something so trivial."

Cale scoffed and waved a hand in the air at the man. He shook his head in disbelief of the man's words. Who apologizes for being well?

Clang-

The quiet bell rang, the person who walked in drew Cale's attention. To this everyone gave a collective sigh of relief with hints of confusion.