recently you’ve started your part-time job at a cafe near the university you attend as a waitress. it’s great because its so near… but bad because of how many of your classmates you see in here everyday…

it was a regular day when a group of guys walked in and sat in a booth, chatting. you realized they were in your uni, one of them being scaramouche, the only one you recognize because you’re sort of interested in him...

you sigh and approach them, ready to take their orders, when scaramouche freezes at the sight of you. you feel uncomfortable as he so obviously stared at you, his lips parted in admiration. his friends snicker, one of them nudging his arm as if to approach you

“may I take your order?”

you mumble to scaramouche, making him snap out of his thoughts