You and Ranpo didn't know eachother very well.

You worked at a small Cafe under the armed detective agency. It wasn't uncommon to see agency members wandering about. But the thing about Ranpo was that he not only came every day. But he ordered the exact same thing everyday. At the same exact time, in the same exact order. He came so often you memorized them and even prepared the order in advance A two dozen doughnuts two moca hot chocolates and a honey bun.

You sure hoped he shared them.

However besides his strange behavior he seemed to be quite talker. He would ramble on about how great of a detective he was and his past cases while you worked. You always listed respectfully but you had a feeling that it wast true. How could someone be that smart?

So today you decided to test it out. After he had finished rambling about some recent murder case you spoke up and asked him to prove it.

He seemed to perk up offendedly "are you saying I'm a fake?" He scoffed "rude. But fine, I'll do it." He sat down at the bar, propping his chin up in his hand. you stood on the other side of the counter. Then it started "Your in your early 20's, specifically 23. But that's too easy isn't it? You own two white cats and one brown kitten, hate the smell of strong cologne arrived here by car, specially taxi at 2:22 pm.-"

He rambled on and on, getting more accurate each time. Until Finnaly

He casually reached out with the hand that wasnt holding him Up and reached a hand out to your chin, tilting it up slightly and adjusting the hair that fell over your shoulder

"You have a mole here that your insecure about. It's stupid trying to hide it honestly, it's actually pretty"