A/N: How's it going everybody!
Café Romance
Summary: Modern AU. Oboro goes to a Café while on break. But she gets more than just a light snack.
A bell rang as the door beneath it brushed against it. Entering the café was Oboro, who decided to go to the café while on break from working at her family tailor shop, while her friend Mozu took charge.
As the blue-haired girl settled down, she noticed a couple arguing. She shrugged it off, being reminded on how her parents used to argue when she was young. Unfortunately, this was the last memory she had of her parents before they were murdered by an unknown man who has yet to be caught.
A waiter just reached Oboro's table and was about to ask what she would want, when he saw her face. To him, her neat, dark-blue hair that was tied in a ponytail was just obscuring him the view of her face… it was like meeting an angel… an angel with the most beautiful shade of blue hair that is, wearing orange instead of the usual white.
"Uh, excuse-me," Oboro began, catching the waiter's attention. "I'm ready to order."
"Oh, sorry…" The waiter apologized. "What'll it be ma'am?"
For a while, Oboro didn't say a single word. How could she? In front of her was quite possibly the best looking man she's ever seen. His maroon hair was styled in such a way, that it rivaled an anime character. A scar was underneath his right eye, yet it almost unnoticeable, only appearing as a simple bump. His voice, Oh gods! That voice. It sounded amazing. Like the kind that one would only hear from an action-packed movie, or one of those RPGs that just refuses to be released.
"Uh, ma'am…" The waiter spoke, snapping Oboro from her thoughts.
"Hm?"
"You said you were ready to order."
"Oh right," Oboro spoke, adjusting her position slightly. "One large, strawberry frappe, a cinnamon roll and maybe… a date?" Oboro finished while pushing her pointers together.
"A cinnamon roll and a-huh?!" Surprised by Oboro's third item, the waiter scrambled for his clipboard, grabbing it just before it touched the ground.
"D-d-did you say a d-d-date?"
Oboro nervously nodded.
"Well… maybe after my shift ends in maybe, two hours."
"Really?"
"Of course. I can't deny a customer now, can I?" The waiter finished with a somewhat flirty tone.
"No you can't." Oboro answered, mimicking the same flirty tone. "Sorry."
"Huh?"
"I just… never got your name."
"Name's Corrin." Corrin answered.
"Corrin," Oboro repeated. "Well Corrin,"
"Yes?"
"You wanna give my order already so you can get your shift over with?"
Corrin suddenly remembered that he was still on duty, and suddenly rushed back to the counter.
A/N: Too OOC? My bad…
Recognize the first few sentences? If you don't, it's a reference to "Mine" by Taylor Swift. This was actually supposed to be a songfic-ish sort of chapter, but I had too much difficulty, so I just used the café scene, and then just played it out normally. Hope none of you mind.
P.S. If any of you thought that this was gonna be a lemon... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Geez...
Anyways, until next chapter, BYE!