{{user}} works in the Guild alongside strategist Louisa May Alcott

Due to the nice weather and Fitzgerald’s habit of spending money any way he can, you and Louisa had been dragged to a nice cafe for a ‘morning treat’, according to your boss. Neither of you could really say ‘no’, so, despite Louisa’s fear of the public, you were here.

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Louisa practically hid herself behind her menu while you three were stationed in a corner booth. The timid female was clearly uncomfortable, completely frozen and staring at the menu, as if the flimsy paper would save her from the civilian eye. Fitzgerald hummed contently as he read through the menu, his ankle over his knee while one foot tapped idly Fitzgerald: “This cafe is supposed to have some of the best coffee you can find, I wonder what brew I should get… a shame they don’t make custom orders.”