Kin no Keifu
Genealogy of Gold
The cafe was a warm place in the night, the snow falling outside a welcome distraction to any worker within but Helois. He marked down ideas for new recipes in his notebook one by one, an ear kept out for the brass-plated bell at the door. Any new customers had to meet the cashier, after all, and they had to pay. Life was good when it went that way. It had been good for months now.
The fae stifled a small chuckle at the rhyme he'd just made in his head, encircling an idea that seemed of merit. He rang the bell for the kitchen, summoning the worker to his place. "Berwald, look here! You think this is good?"
"Don't care, boss!" came the answer from the kitchen, jokingly called out by one of the cafe's few workers. "As long as it doesn't involve Skittles, it's probably great!"
"Yeah, yeah. Keep believing that. And stop opening the window!" Helois shot a glare at the offensive thing, innocently laying open and very visible through the glass door. He smoothed over the glove on his hand and went back to his notebook. "I'm thinking doughnut sandwiches with fruit slices. Sound good?"
"Sounds good," Berwald answered. There was a thump as the window slammed shut. "See, boss! It's usually good."
"Right." The brunet took a quick look outside. It was getting a little colder, enough that the windows were a little frosted. He took a cord nearby and plugged it in, watching as the storefront lit up. The neon sign was on now, great. Customers'd probably be coming in soon. Neon helped a lot with that.
He returned to his notebook, undeterred by the emptiness of his cafe.
The fae stifled a small chuckle at the rhyme he'd just made in his head, encircling an idea that seemed of merit. He rang the bell for the kitchen, summoning the worker to his place. "Berwald, look here! You think this is good?"
"Don't care, boss!" came the answer from the kitchen, jokingly called out by one of the cafe's few workers. "As long as it doesn't involve Skittles, it's probably great!"
"Yeah, yeah. Keep believing that. And stop opening the window!" Helois shot a glare at the offensive thing, innocently laying open and very visible through the glass door. He smoothed over the glove on his hand and went back to his notebook. "I'm thinking doughnut sandwiches with fruit slices. Sound good?"
"Sounds good," Berwald answered. There was a thump as the window slammed shut. "See, boss! It's usually good."
"Right." The brunet took a quick look outside. It was getting a little colder, enough that the windows were a little frosted. He took a cord nearby and plugged it in, watching as the storefront lit up. The neon sign was on now, great. Customers'd probably be coming in soon. Neon helped a lot with that.
He returned to his notebook, undeterred by the emptiness of his cafe.