(Gay story btw, don’t use if your character is a gurl) Ace works into his Cafè. In a striped brown black shirt with a white apron on. his dirty blond hanging over his face slightly as his siren eyes zone out while making everything from muscle memory.

He watches as a you, a young male walks in, he catches Ace’s soft blue eyes. But Ace doesn’t think much of it.

You walk to the counter, and walks over to the register and places it cool. “Welcome in sir, what can I get you today?”