Crownguard

Chapter 3

Ezreal

On second thought...

There's no such things as second thoughts. At least, in this type of situation.

I frown a bit, unsure of what to do and when to do it. She notices the violent clashes of my eyebrows and lips.

"Is something wrong?" She asks, with a worried face. "Do you wanna back out?"

"No, no. It's just, nothing important. It's just, my nose hurts, that's all." I reply.

She seems unsatisfied, she still thinks I'm hiding something, which I'm not. It's hard to really follow up with a pathetic truth when you start with "nothing important".

I open the door and go in. I was greeted with a lovely aroma. A diverse selection of dishes, specialties ranging from different lands, Demacia to Noxus, Ionia to Shurima, Bilgewater to Piltover.

Casseroles, soup, meat, vegetables, salads, seafood, pastries, and delicacies beyond comprehension! For me at least. I love Demacia, more specifically, the high class food. But the million dollar question is...

Does Demacia love me?

Or more specifically, do people think I fit in? At least, these types of people. The outfits they wear, way they speak, and how they communicate; it seems like people ranging from inventors to businessmen, ambassadors to royalty. Abundant bunch.

We stroll to a table for two and, puzzle with what to do, I just smile at Lux. Nervous mannerism, I suppose. I have this very, disturbing vibe. I suppose it's not disturbing, more of a, worrying vibe. Disturbing either way I guess.

It keeps bugging me, it's like I don't fit in. Like I don't belong, correction, I don't belong to these type of places. I'm not rich. No trait of mine would even have the least sense of sophistication. Tea? Nah, I prefer coffee. Jewelry? The pyramid types, I suppose. But then again, it's nothing to be too angsty about. Or in my case, philosophical.

Despite these, I do know a bit of manners.

I go over to the other side and pull out the chair, covered with refined white Demacian cloth. I look over to Lux and give a half confident smile at her, not even sure if it's the confident type; seems to be giving a gesture, some sort of body language to Lux with a message with a sense of 'am i doing it right?'  

She just gives me a bright smile. Seems good to find the biggest wonders in the smallest things. Like one of those paper windmills you play with a kid, the particular windmill bunch that looks like a rainbow on a fan, stuck to a lollipop stick, and as you blow on it it spins clockwise, or counter-clockwise, from which way you blow it probably. 

I forgot what it was called. Propeller? No, too techy. Fan? That's plain. I drop the entire 'propeller' thought as Lux sits on her seat. I scurry over to my seat at the opposite end and pull out my seat and well, take a seat. I look over to Lux and thought of something she might be interested in. I open my mouth a tiny bit, attempting to spark up conversation to rid my anxiousness, but it seems something else has caught her attention.

Probably more interesting.

I look over to the direction she was facing in and a quartet of young men and one lady playing each a woodwind, a brass, stringed, with the lady being the vocals respectively. Was it the men's looks that piqued her interest? Nah. Does she swing both ways? I hope not. Their music? Likely. 

Each of them plays a tune on their own, but it seems to synchronize so well, in perfect harmony. Playing Jazz in a classical mannerism. Genius. Even so, they play really nice with their own particular piece. Very calming and soothing, pleasing to hear. I could listen to this for days and I would still plead for more.