『・The secret of Andromeda・』

☆・Chapter 8・☆

I'm back y'all!! 

I walk out of the building. The sudden scent of petrichor hit me and that's when I felt it. A rain drop falling on my forehead, rolling down to my nose. More and more rain drops started to humidify the ground we walked on.

"Ah, the nice smell of rain. Got an umbrella?", Azulon turns his head towards me while letting the rain soak him and his wavy hair.

"No, why would I have one?", I look away and take in the sight in front of me, every being pulling out an umbrella or having their hands above them. Well, not everyone have hands.

"There's a café nearby. Ezra and me used to go there a lot.", he takes a few steps forward. So I follow him.

"Really, let's go!", I look at him excitedly. "Wait, what do you mean by 'used to?'"

"Anyways, let's go!", he walks further away and dodges my question. Is it really that personal? He barely tells me anything...

"Okay well can you ever wait for a damn second?! You're too fast!"

"Well could you be a bit faster?!", his voice echoes in the empty city, what was a busy and vibrant place with every possible being, is now an empty city. Only a few street lights on and we are the only ones left surrounded by supporting lights and buildings. Including the star-filled night sky.

"You know, since you have the ability to control any kind of liquid. Could you try to bend a few rain drops?", he asks while turning his head to me, but I still have my head down, staring at my soaked shoes. Thankful for the fact that he is walking at normal speed.

"Y/n?"

"Huh?"

I get snapped out of my thoughts.

"Are you okay? I could bring you back home. We can check the café tomorrow if that's okay."

"No no, I'm fine. This just, gave me déjà vu."

"If you say so."

As we slowly arrive to the café I can see the inside of the café through the transparent glas, which has many posters and flyers on it. It's like it was made by a kid. It said stuff like 'Delishious tea!' and 'Plees come!'. So they spelled 'come' correctly but not delicious and please?

Despite the questionable spelling. It looked rather wholesome. Happy. 

"Take a seat and I'll grab the menu because you clearly know nothing.", Azulon smiled and beamed sarcastically as he went to the counter to grab a menu that was made out of paper and crayons.

I roll my eyes and sit down on one of the chairs right next to the window. I wonder what time it is at Earth...

Probably still midnight. I hope.

He placed the menu on the table and I grab it to take a look. Barely able to read what it says.

"Is a child running this café? Can you read for me?", I hand him the menu.

"No, not a child. Children can't work, idiot.", he flicked my forehead playfully and grinned.

"Don't ever do that again.."

"Okay okay! Well, it says 'black tea' 'latte machiatto'—Okay, as if I'm gonna read it all out! Don't you at least know what typical things there are at a café?"