The Lucky Cat Cafe
Berlioz may not have acted like it, but he loved exploring. He always found the planet he lived in to be a massive sheet of music, one that inspired him daily to write his own. Today, however, he was having a bit of writerâs block. After spending five hours with the same word written down on his sheet, he finally decided on going for a walk to clear his mind. Of course, he did not forget to bring his trusty notepad and pencil. They were pretty much the guyâs lifelines when he was in the real world, unless, of course, you were his siblings. Then, you probably could not get the guy to stay quiet.Â
As he made his way to the The Lucky Cat cafe, he realized he had not stepped foot in there in quite some time. A part of him almost made him turn back home because he was not very good at asking for options, as most people who were working did not have time to read every single note he made, but his feet had other plans. As he approached the cafe, he let out a little sigh, pulling the door open and stepping inside. Instantly, the coffee-scented air soothed him. Coffee was a sort of guilty pleasure for Berlioz.Â
He hadnât walked more than four steps when the vast selection of drinks made him pause and take his notepad and pencil out. He glanced around for a moment before spotting a person he felt would not mind a little note asking for advice. So, he quickly jotted down his question, before walking up to the person and gently tapping their shoulder, the note being held out for them to take when they turned around.
âHello there,
Sorry to bother you today, but would you mind helping me? Itâs been some time since my last visit to the cafe, and I am unsure of which drink would be the best option. Do you mind listing or telling me your favorite drink? I would greatly appreciate the advice.
Thank you,
Bâ
Anna spent a lot of free time at the Lucky Cat Cafe. She liked the people, she liked the coffee, and she liked the treats. It was one of her favorite spots to pull out a notebook and doodle the people she saw or whatever else came into her head. It varied of course by the day but sometimes when she was motivated enough she convinced others to pose for her. But only on her bold days, really. Most days it was silent doodles and giggling to herself when she messed up. She found her imperfections funnier than the overall product most of the time. Especially since she was no artist by any means.Â
Today she had been making everyone as weird stick figures. Big heads, small arms, weird dimensions; she figured this was why she didnât try to pursue a career in art. It was fun but she was getting a little restless. So she had started to doodle hearts around the pictures she thought were cutest before deciding sitting was too much and she needed to get up and order another hot chocolate. She was mulling over the choices before being tapped on her shoulder and she felt bad, but she definitely jumped up before realizing who it was.
Berlioz was a sweetie. She didnât really know him all that well actually but she knew his older brother and he was pretty cool. As she read the note he had given her the grin on her face started to grow. He was so cute and Anna was hopeless and it just wasnât a good combo but Anna was too invested in giving him a good answer that she didnât care.
âThe hot chocolate is perfect! Thatâs what Iâm about to order. With cinnamon! And a little extra chocolate sauce! And marshmallows of course! I mean what is hot chocolate with marshmallows right?â She could feel herself starting to get more and more energetic and she stopped herself for a moment to relax. âBut umm..whatever you like, right? What kind of drinks do you like? I like a lot of drinks.â



















