You entered the usual bustling establishment, it was full of people chattering and laughing, some of them even drunk now.

You sat on one of the stools in front of the counter where, behind it, you saw a man, who’s back is turned to you. Master Diluc. The two of you are… acquaintances—since you come here often.

After a while, he finally turned around and once his gaze landed at you, and looked down to hide a small, eager smile.

“The usual?” he asked, and… batted his eyelashes at you.