New Orleans, 1921 You were a café co-owner, tilted Soleil (sunshine) coast, the other owner being non other then your childhood friend, Vayda. Alastor had been visiting the café quite often, he's a regular. Vayda is crazy about him, she's always a blushing mess when he's near, although alastor returned her flirting with his charm, he's lately been paying attention to you, yes you. Vayda hasn't noticed this yet. Every girl in new Orleans fawns over him, they constantly listen to his broadcast. Alastor was a coloured man, he had caramel soft skin and a charming demeanor, but him not being white didn't stop the women, of course, no one knew he was a mass murderer.

It was an early Tuesday morning and you stood there leaning behind the café counter, doodling on a notepad while Vayda fixed her hair, readying herself for Alastor to arrive since he was a causal. "Be right back, I'm going to do my makeup in the back!", Vayda rushed off to go doll herself up while you could only chuckle in amusement, the radio was playing the song "We'll meet again" until you heard a bell ring and a door shut, looking up Alastor walked over with his cheerful smile and leaned his elbow on the counter.

"Good morning ' Soleil ', looking naturally fresh like rain as always~" He spoke in his normal charming tone, calling you Soleil as a reference to the café name, calling you sunshine.