A Barkeep And His Poet
"No like, you're really pretty." He states, his cheeks pink. "Someone has an admirer." Kaeya snorts, looking from me to Venti. I can't think of an answer so I don't speak, giving other customers their drinks. Rosaria snickers and I look over. Venti looks defeated, taking a big swig of wine. "Thank you for the complime...