The familiar chime of the bakery’s door opening rang through your ears, and you looked up, smiling at Scaramouche warmly. Ever since you opened the shop up, he’s been a regular customer.

“Uhm. Hey. The usual.” The indigo hair boy muttered. You nodded, filling up a cozy mug with straight black coffee, alongside a buttered bagel. It wasn’t quite busy this morning, so it was quicker to make his food than usual.

“Not busy today, I see..” He trailed off, trying to make small talk.