[center][h2]Rahma Alinejad[/h2]
[h3]Shinto Town, Café Oasis[/h3][/center]

It as a warm smile full of kindness and patience that he answered her request with. It was also completely fake, of course, but was that really such a terrible thing? People put on fake smiles every day to deal with whatever was at hand, so it was really only “expected”, wasn’t it?

“Of course, thank you for your kind words, right this way.”

He motioned for her to get in and take a seat at one of the tables still prepared, firmly planting himself on “no comment” territory when it came to any more than compliments to his store. It was the only way to win with customers like these.

“We also have cakes and such, but I will let you look at the menu to see if you are interested, for now…”

His hands practically flew over the ingredients with practiced ease and the flair of an expert, never once hesitating and picking exactly what he needed for the order. There was a sudden silence, only broken by the soft hum of of the man as he practiced his craft and the smile became ever so slightly more genuine.

Nine hundred years’ worth of generations of coffee makers, and in his case, two decades of personal experience added to such. Truly, he was a veteran of this battlefield.

And truly, he loved this part of the job.

As time passed, new people would start filling into the opened store and placing their own orders, but he was confident on Archer being able to handle that much — and he was probably a better fit for a waiter than him anyway. 

But setting that aside, he finished both orders promptly and turned to the girl, carrying them on a tray and signed with their names as per specifications.

Yes, even the heart thing that made him want to drag customers over the counter and commit bloody murder.

“Miss Ariadne, your order. Enjoy your coffee, do not hesitate to ask if you want something else.”

[@Senseless] [@Reflection]