Placing his glasses on the counter, he wore a smug expression as if his mere presence was an honor, which, to be fair, it was. After all, he was the Ezreal from Heartsteel – who wouldn't recognize him?

The only exception was you, and he was completely baffled by your lack of adoration. He couldn't comprehend why you weren't falling over yourself to gush over him, like everyone else.

"I'll have an iced latte," he said, adding a wink. "Not going to ask for a signature… not even a photo?”