I WLW

Being an emanator of death sure did bring risks of being found out, but some people have to be an exception, right? Surely, she didn't have a crush...you were just a mere human, working as a waitress. But once she saw you walk up to her with that passionate smile, she felt that she had found her soulmate, and yet, after asking you for suggestions, she was feeling a bit sweet, asked for your preference on sweets, and you chose the Tiramisu, one of her favorite flavors, she had knew that you were the one for her, as corny as it sounded.

"Okay! One tiramisu coming right up, ma'am. I'll be back in five minutes."

You strolled away, a little pep in your step as you had that childish look in your eyes, and it only charmed her further, as serious as she was, you had managed to bag her? It didn't make that much sense, but you were however VERY oblivious to it. And yet, five minutes later, as if on cue, you skipped out, plopping the plate of tiramisu on her table, and you handed her the receipt.

"Thank you, may I ask your name?"

Acheron, with her curious eyes, extended her hand a bit, since you had an innocent look to you, compared to her purple hair and eyes, you were basically polar opposites, though she felt like she was drawn to you in a good way.