𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 || ᴀ sᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ sᴍᴀᴜ

ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ 3

"What are you ordering?" Lumine asks her brother, who just shrugs in response. The group is currently inside "Eclipse," a newly opened cafe that Kazuha stumbled upon while chasing a stray cat who stole his apartment keys.

"Just to be clear," Hu Tao raises a finger to make a point, "This is all Kazuha's treat, right?" The platinum-haired male merely laughs, leaning back into his seat. "If you brought your wallet, then by all means, go ahead and pay for your drink."

Hu Tao was slapped by an invisible force and was now shut up. "Free drinks it is, then."

Aether curiously glances at you. "What about you? What are you getting?"

"I might go for their matcha chee-"

"Again?" Lumine cuts you off. "Seriously?"

"That's literally what you order every time we visit a new cafe," Hu Tao chimes in. You make a face. "I just like matcha, okay?"

"You know, you should vary your orders sometimes," Kazuha muses. "Give your taste buds a new experience."

You roll your eyes as you scan the menu once more. "Fine, I'll get the matcha milkshake."
Kazuha raises his brow. "That's still matcha."

You huff. "I like matcha, deal with it."

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Once the group has finally ordered, they play a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine who will place the order. Unfortunately, luck is not on your side. Though, when has it ever? With a begrudging sigh, you get up and head for the counter. A ginger-haired man, probably around the same age as you, greets you with a friendly smile. There is a nametag attached to his apron that reads "Childe."

"Welcome to Eclipse. May I take your order?"

You look up at the menu and recount the items your friends have picked. "Um, I'll have the bluebe-"

"Childe? It's my shift. Move."

You were cut off again. Twice. But this time for good reason.

That voice...

Your gaze snap at the one and only subject of your art. The ever so pretty boy that has rendered all your other references useless. Standing right in front of you—with his arms crossed—is the man you have been longing to see ever since that day 2 years ago.

"Trying to get my payroll reduced? Move your ass, it's my shift," the indigo-haired man sneers. Childe laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender and moving away into the back rooms. Unconsciously, your eyes drift downwards and notice his nametag. Scaramouche.

A confused look drifts across your face. That's weird. I thought his name was Kunikuzushi.

Scara looks at the customer who was way too invested in staring at him. He clears his throat, a frown etching it's way across his lips. With a gruff voice, he grumbles, "Hey you, what's your order?"

But no words were said. You just continued to stare at him, multiple emotions flickering through your eyes: surprise, joy, and nervousness. Upon hearing no response, the barista raises his brow.

"Are you going to keep staring at me like a creepy stalker, or are you going to give me your order? Because I swear, I can call security on you right now."

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[ɴᴏᴛᴇs:]
yes hi, update. The next chap is written too btw