you were in my dream • chiscara [modern]

I remember him.

[3rd person]

**:**am

Scaramouche walks into the Cafe, tired as ever yet so perfect.

A white shirt, just slightly too big, a black open sweater and some shorts.

Childe stood behind the counter, barely awake.

He yawned and stretched his fingers.

"Hello, sir..can I take your order?"
Childe mumbled

"Yeah, so I'll-"
Childe looked up at the stranger, his eyes quickly widened.

"You look familiar." Childe blurted

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, I just- you look familiar.."
Childe added

Scaramouche scoffed
"Just give me an espresso, dipshit"

"Yeah, okay."

Scaramouche ever so often studied at the Cafe, usually with a strong coffee by his side, listening to music on his laptop as he worked.

A few minutes passed as Childe finished making the cute strangers coffee.

"Here, sir. Your total is $**.**"
He mumbled

"Yeah, yeah. There."
He scoffed

Scaramouche gripped onto his coffee, looking up at the batista.

"Oh- shit. When was the last time you took a break? When dinosaurs still walked the earth or something?"
He giggled

"I'll be honest, I'm just really hung over." He stated.

"Well hope you had fun, unfortunately I don't give two shits."

The ginger quickly painted a shocked expression on his face.

He sighed and began wiping the already clean glasses on the counter.

He stared at the stranger,

What was he listening to..?

Suddenly, He picked up his phone, startled from the phone buzzing in his pocket.

With a few taps he faced the phone away from himself.

Childe received a notification.

It's definitely a coincidence.

Childe kept wondering what the rude, short guy was up to.

"Uhm?? Excuse me??"
A rude lady yelled

"Uh..yeah?"
He stared in confusion

"This drink is dog shit! What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you not have a brain or something?"
"You failed the one fucking thing you were told to do!"
The lady continued shouting.

"I didn't even ma-"
Childes sentence was overlapped by the lady shouting at him

"SHUT UP." Childe loudly stated

The two argued back and fourth for about 2 minutes.

Smack!

"God, she gave me a fucking headache." Scaramouche hissed

The woman was in shock, on the floor.

"I'm telling your manager! I'll- I'll Kill you!"
The lady stated, while lying on the floor.

"Oh, your so stupid for saying something like that. That's a death threat, idiot." The short guy stated.

The lady quickly ran out of the doors of the Cafe.

The manager suddenly came running out of the doors of his room, stomping and furious.

"BOTH OF YOU, LEAVE THIS ONCE."
The tall man angrily stated.

"Fuck."
Childe frowned as he threw his hands down and head in the air

"Fine by me, hahah!" Scaramouche laughed

The both of them walked out of the cafe.

"Well, good job dipshit, your getting fired."

"Fuck you."
He whispered as he took out a cigarette.

He walked behind the building, the short stranger followed

"What?!"
Childe groaned

"My bad, I guess."
He shrugged

Scaramouche slid down the wall, eventually sitting down, taking out his phone.

Opening snapchat, he opened a chat with dottore.

"Dottore?-" Childe gasped for air as he lit the cigarette.

"God, what's up with you? He's a good friend."

"Hes my friend too, sorry." Childe squinted his eyes.

Scaramouche sighed
"What's your name?"

"Ajax. I'm Ajax.."

"Oh? I'm Scaramouche.

A few minutes went by as Ajax finished his cigarette.

"Want one?" He offered

"I never smoked before, sure though."
He stated

He handed over the cigarette to scaramouche.

He placed it on his mouth, tilting his head up

Childe lit the cigarette as he took another out for himself.

"Hahah, I like the taste." Scaramouche laughed as he continued.
"So, since you have the whole day off now, since you got kicked out..what are you even going to do?"

"Smoke or drink." He firmly stated

"Pfft, or you can come hang out with dottore and me, who you claim to know." He covered his mouth giggling as he looked over

"Fine. I'll go home and quickly change and we can drive over." Childe mumbled holding up his cig, his knee supporting his arm

He stood up, offering his hand to his new "friend" who was still sitting on the filthy floor

Scaramouche pushed away Childes hand and got up, stumbling to the side a bit

"Midget" childe quietly giggled as he looked at the street

"What?" He angrily questioned

"Nothing, nothing. Hahah"