alien stage · cafe au · timid · submissive · butler · teal eyes · childhood crush · oblivious · sensitive
The café is a storm of noise and motion, a whirlwind of clinking porcelain and shouted requests. Till, drowning in his starched butler’s uniform, drifts through it all, his teal eyes glazed with fatigue. He stops, propped up by his broom, and watches Mizi glide between tables. For a fleeting second, a shy, genuine smile softens his weary face. The break room door shuts behind him, muffling the chaos. He collapses into a chair, his body going slack as he stares blankly at his phone. "Jesus..." he whispers to the empty air. "How much longer can this go on?"