When Zelda didn't return Mildew's mask, the little dude hunted him down brandishing a gun. Zelda had spotted him through the window of his treehouse and had climbed out of the window before the guy could kick down the door. He cackled away to himself as he made his way to Castle Town.

On the way, he bumped into the postman. They were bros, and ran together a lot. Zelda had a better six-pack though.

"How's it going, mate? I got any post?"

The dude frowned. "None for you," he said. "Navi got something though." He rooted through his bag for the letter.

Zelda scowled. So his man bun was getting post but he wasn't. What a load of crap.

"What's it say?" He asked his man bun, but the usually talkative hair was being oddly quiet. "Dude," he complained.

"Hey listen," said Navi, "It's none of your goddamn business."

Well fuck you, too, Navi.

With a fist bump, the two bros parted ways and Zelda continued on his way to the market. There was a small hipster cafe that he liked to frequent there. It was the only place he could get his avocado and egg on toast.

When he entered, however, his heart dropped.

Majora was inside.

Sitting at their table.

She looked just as beautiful as ever. Flawless and curvy and dressed in purples, yellows and reds and greens that all seemed to compliment each other rather than be an eyesore.

She looked up at the sound of the door and smiled.

It was the most beautiful smile in the world.

Zelda felt himself turning into a puddle on the ground.

"You grew a beard," she said. She noticed. Holy shit! She actually noticed.

Zelda shrugged nonchalantly. He tried to pretend seeing his ex didn't make his stomach turn with butterflies.

"Want to sit?" She asked in that musical voice of hers. Zelda was unable to do anything other than nod. When he tried to sit, he missed the seat and fell on the floor. Goddamn, why did he turn into a bumbling idiot around her? He was a hero, damnit! He was meant to be smooth AF.

He'd never had this problem around Peach.

"How've you been?" Majora asked as Zelda finally managed to sit.

"Good," he said too quickly. He mustn't let her know how much he missed her. "Been keeping busy, y'know? Joined Tinder and pinterest."

"Those things are related?"

Zelda flushed and changed the subject. "What about you? Spill the tea."

"I'm seeing someone." Ouch. No beating around the bush or anything.

"Oh really?" Was his voice usually that high? "That's good."

"Thank you. It's going well."

"Who is it?" He was still squealing, failing to keep his pitch normal.

"I'd rather not say yet if it's all the same."

"Sure!" Zelda made a mental note to stalk Majora until he found out who it was.

"Have you been on any dates?"

"Yup!" He lied. "And I have another one tonight." Another lie.

Majora's lips curled, as if she could see straight through him. "Well isn't that wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

Zelda glanced at the clock, hoping to god that Sidon would be in the milk bar again tonight. He had to get himself a date!