Prompt Time

I Don't Know Why

Chyrses Azure had his pride that much was very clear and his pride demanded that he worked to put himself through culinary school, he could've used his family's money or name to get himself through, but he'd rather earn the right to be a chef in his family's restaurant. His father supported the idea so did his mother. His sister Circe actually suggested he tried the Starbucks five blocks from their house that's if he didn't mind dealing with pseudo-hipster bullshit and bullshit coffee. Her words not his. His sister had always fancied herself a bit of rebel (would explain the people she dated) while he fancied himself..god he wasn't sure what he thought of himself as. His younger cousin, Feng saw this as chance to stop by with her friends and hangout with Chyrses in the afternoon as she liked his company. Chyrses loved his cousin and more often than not found himself playing the protector for her. Getting into fights with her bullies, scaring off people who "crushed" on her. All in all he was the brother she never had. Her parents had died in a car wreck when she was six. His parents adopted her and ever since then Feng had become part of the family, the third child of you will. They were sad that their family members died Chyrses father had closed the restaurant for two weeks to mourn while his mother took time off from teaching to help Feng get over the initial grief of loosing her parents. Everyone helped in their own small way.

So here he was in Starbucks wearing a dark brown long sleeve shirt with denim pants with a beanie cover his mop of messy silver hair, his shoes were that one would expect of a Starbucks employee. While Chyrses had no problem with the somewhat boring dress-code it was easy for him to prepare for work as his closet was full of mostly dark colored clothes. Now it wasn't to say he didn't own vibrant eye-catching colors it's just he preferred darker and warmer colors. He was good at his job, he didn't mess up on orders, could keep up with the rush hours, and he was polite and patient with the customers. He hate how jittery he got during his shifts. He had never been one for missing action, not being able to move around that much. He craved some sort of action. At the current moment it was a slow cold night of the winter season. It was snowing lightly which meant a lot of people had stopped by in the morning and afternoon to get their fix of warm caffeine filled coffee to help get through the day and night. Who could blame them? Winter sucked, especially here where it ruled the city like a king ruling over his kingdom with an iron fist. His fingers rapped against the bar he rested against. He was the only one there besides the supervisor and he was bored. Propping his head up with his hand as his arm rested on the bar while a song droned on in the background. He listening to the song with some interest, he muttering along the words as they played on the cafe's speaker systems.

We could be strangers in the night
We could be passing in the shadows
We couldn't be closer if we tried
When we're caught in the headlights
We could be faces in the crowd
We could be passing in the shadows
Loving the risk of being found
When we're caught in the headlights

Damian Von Ciarán (the IV) sighed to himself as he made his way to the closest place he could sit down at and warm up. Maybe grab something warm to drink. He was a tall guy, he stood about 6 foot 1 inch. Short black hair and yellow eyes, charming. Son of a multimillionaire dick? Check. Life for him has its shitty moments and those moments were very shitty. His father's business taking off has changed his life. His family once upon a time weren't always living cozy posh lives, his father's toy shop and store had been small which to Damian in the present seemed like the better option. He wasn't always afraid of his father. He didn't always hate going home. He was young and happy at one point, loving father and mother, a twin sister (slightly older than him) who was his closest friend. She died when they were nine years old, they had been playing and she saved his life. A car, some random car that had come down the street and in most situations the car would slow down for a kid yeah? Well in this case the car only sped up and kept going then his sister pushed him out of the way so instead of him it was her struck down by the car that day. He missed Delia, though somedays he figured it was better being in heaven than being with their father now. They were better off when his father's business was small that much he was positive about.