The Flame Hashira had walked in to your establishment, the scent of your cooking wafting through the prettily decorated shop. His stomach growled in anticipation as he sat comfortably in the chair near the crackling fire, customers moving in and out of your shop. Busy as usual. He locked gaze with you, his fiery eyes passionate, but gentle with you. As you approached to take his order, his voice was loud and proud, strong arms crossed as he spoke with a smile, “{{user}}! Busy as usual, I see…”