Jun 21, 2023
“Hey Bitter~! Brought ya something,” Grief beams. She hands over a small gift bag. Inside is a crocheted scarf in the colors of his apron, complete with the little papyrus icon at the ends. “Wanted to say thanks for joinin’ in on game night.” She does actually order something too; a white mocha.
*why would i want thi--
He stops talking when he sees the cafe's logo and stares at it a second.
*...
He puts on the scarf with a small huff, cheekbones lightly tinted as he turns to look away.
*it's acceptable i guess. whatever.
