@palxnoxa --
He felt like he was betraying his own job by waltzing into the small cafe, but despite how good their own food tasted ( for he was the one who made majority of it, after all ), it was understandable that the employees would eventually get sick of eating their own food. He’d been eager for a taste of something different, perhaps hoping to find inspiration and methods of increasing his already wide range of culinary skills - thus, with his bookbag upon his back, the silverette fresh from a long day of classes, he shuffled into the small establishment and put on a gentle smile.
“Ah, good evening! It smells so nice in here...”











