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"Thank you, please come again."
You waved goodbye as the door automatically closed slowly. The faint sounds of the keyboards' keys clicking were heard as some customers did their business.
You began to focus on the task at hand. Placing the cup in the center of the saucer, you placed a piece of paper by the side. You raised your voice as you read the contents of the paper, softening it slightly in order to avoid disturbing others.
"One Caffe Mocha for...Diaval."
You dearly hoped you pronounced it right.
Soon enough, at the mention of their name, someone made their way over to the counter and claimed their order. The chocolate-like aroma reached your nose as they uttered a quick gratitude and left with their order in hand.
It was quite calming to be surrounded with such a peaceful atmosphere, the scent of coffee surrounding you at every corner. No wonder you didn't raise complaints to your mother when she asked you to finally run this place after months of managing it herself.
It could be a bit boring at times, but that couldn't be helped.
Minutes passed by as you could do nothing but bask in the repetitive, yet comforting atmosphere you'd grown to get accustomed to.
It took about half an hour or so before someone new entered. A quick chime of the bell from the door was heard. As usual, you sent the newcomer a polite smile.
It was a male, his champagne-colored hair being perfectly illuminated by the shop's lights. His long bangs were swept to the left, framing his face beautifully. His outfit consisted of an off shoulder pink sweater, a sleeveless turtleneck under it. He wore navy skinny jeans, as well as...boots(?) that nearly reached his knees.
Light orange eyes met yours, even from such a distance.
You couldn't help but get a chill at mere eye contact, for some reason.
The corner of his lips rose, a sweet smile gracing his flawless features. And with that, he sauntered closer to you. Once he was right by the counter that separated the two of you, you grasped a pen and a notepad.
"Good afternoon. Have you decided on what to order yet?" Wanting to drop the eye contact, you shot him a closed eyed smile. A light, melodic hum entered your ears. His eyes flickered to your name tag.
"Good afternoon too, (M/n)!"
You couldn't help but open your eyes and gaze at the male, masking the way you felt at the odd vibes he gave.
YOU ARE READING
Cafuné
Fanfiction(Obey Me! Shall We Date? x male reader) In which the odd customers that frequent your shop are unknowingly not even human. (I do not own Obey Me! Shall We Date. Character credits go to NTT Solmare Corp.!) (Story by @-greeenn on Wattpad and Quotev. P...
