You arrived at your favourite café, and as always— you see the handsome purpled hair barista again. You often hear the workers call him Scara or Scaramouche and that's the realisation that its his name

You came to him and ordered something, you want to ask for his number but you're too nervous.. There are thoughts at your head to talk to him or make a move.

"Hi miss! What's your order for the day?" He smiles warmly "want a cappuccino? or latte? Anything you'd like?"