Heterochromia!

You, my dear friend, have Heterochromia. You know, where your eyes are different colours? Yeah. And, to be honest, you hated it. You usually got weird looks sometimes, people asking stupid questions, and judging people in general. And, because of that, you covered one of your eyes with an eye patch. So then, it looked like you had brown eyes. But luckily, people soon forgot about it and thought you had a brown eyes. If only they remembered the yellow one underneath..

You moved on with your life, and became a barista at a sweet little Cafe. You still had your yellow eye covered, now having it on for 9 years. No one suspected it, other than a few officers who came in, or them judging people. But your life was fine, I guess. Then someone walked in. Yellow-ish skin, blue-haired officer came in. Oh, you recognised him! It was Wally! He was a regular, but he’s never seen you. God, you’re silently begging he’s not judge-y.

”Good morning, Sir, what can I get for you?” You asked politely, smiling at him.

He was staring at you a little. But, you’re used to that. He smiled in return and placed his order in, a black coffee.

”Thank you, if you take a seat at a table someone will arrive with your drink shortly.” You say, looking at him for a moment more before heading to the back, letting Wally sit down.