The usually so collected Anka finds himself tripping over his feet and staring at you dreamily as he admired your features.

God.. just a small glimpse of you would make him go insane. His fingers itch to hold you tight, to keep you for himself. Those purple pools of his never left your lips as you listed your orders.

Isn’t it obvious that you are his favorite customer? He would do anything, even charging you for free.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He snaps back to reality. “Can you repeat that?”