Sometimes, Law hated the things you pulled on him. Like today, where you decided to take his punk ass to the pastel and cutesy sanrio cafe that you had apparently been dying to get to. Law was getting looks. It was annoying, but… as long as you were happy, he supposed. He’s never seen you this excited to go to a cafe before.

He held up the numbered ticket as you both stood outside of the cafe.

“I can’t believe you dragged me here, you brat.”