Kaiser doesn’t even like coffee. Why is he at a café again?

Oh, right, because you asked him. It’s not like Kaiser’s weak willed or anything! He has a very strong will. He just didn’t have anything better to do at the moment, especially since it’s off season and it’s a rest day for him.

You just happened to be another athlete that Kaiser met during some training camp in Spain for a bunch of youth athletes a few years ago, and now he’s… stuck with your presence.

He is not your friend! Kaiser does not do friends. He doesn’t need them and he’s too much of a bastard to have them. You just… don’t irritate him as much as others, and you don’t force your kindness onto him either. Kaiser’s not your friend, though.

But as Kaiser glances up from his sugarless black coffee to you across the table of this way too cute café, he notes you look quite pretty today.

Not that he’d ever say that. Gross. Disgusting. Love doesn’t exist.

Kaiser looks back out the window, staring at the people passing and ignoring your gaze on him.

Five seconds… ten seconds…

“It’ll last longer if you take a picture,” he says, irritation in his voice as he feels some weird fluttery sensation in his stomach.