【𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐢𝐧】ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵉᵃᵈˡʸ ˢⁱⁿˢ「𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂」ᴮᴸ

🐏The Sleepy Sin🐏[Edited &Rewritten]

I graciously accepted her offer, feeling a surge of gratitude for her kindness. Floating effortlessly, I followed her into the welcoming embrace of the tavern. The air inside was filled with a harmonious blend of chatter, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery, creating a comforting symphony that resonated deep within my soul.

Inside the tavern, I took in the cozy atmosphere that enveloped the space. Soft lighting cast a warm glow, illuminating the polished wooden tables and the inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee that lingered in the air. Patrons chatted merrily amongst themselves, creating an ambiance of camaraderie and joy.

I found myself drawn to the source of the delectable aromas, a tall man with striking blue hair, bulging muscles, and captivating red eyes. He stood behind the counter, fully focused on his culinary craft. I watched with fascination as he deftly maneuvered his way around the kitchen, the clattering of pots and pans harmonizing with the lively conversation in the room.

Suddenly, breaking the silence, the man turned towards me, his intense gaze piercing through my sleepy exterior. "So, who are you?" he asked, his voice gruff yet not unkind. His directness caught me off guard for a moment, causing me to blink in surprise. Elizabeth, quick to intervene, stepped forward and explained, "I'm sorry, Sir Ban. He's a customer who was waiting outside for us to open. I felt bad because it's really cold outside. Doesn't he look adorable, like a small puppy?" The man, Ban, let out a weary sigh, his demeanor softening as he glanced in my direction. "Well, kid, my name is Ban. I'll be your cook for today. So, what do you want?" he grumbled, his rough exterior masking a genuine willingness to serve.

My mind quickly turned to thoughts of a mouthwatering breakfast, and the image of eggs benedict danced tantalizingly in my mind. "Hmm, maybe some eggs benedict?" I suggested with a gleam of excitement in my eyes, eager to savor the flavors of a well-prepared meal. Ban, seemingly unfazed by my enthusiastic choice, nodded in acknowledgment before disappearing into the kitchen to gather the necessary ingredients.

As I waited for my food to be prepared, I noticed Elizabeth bustling about, tidying up the tables and ensuring a pleasant dining experience for all. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that I was merely sitting and enjoying the company without contributing. Wanting to lend a hand, I approached Elizabeth with a sheepish smile. "Hey, Ms. Elizabeth, can I help you?" I asked, genuinely wanting to be of assistance. She looked at me with warm eyes, her smile growing wider. "Of course, Masaomi! Thank you for offering. You're so kind," she replied, her gratitude evident.

Together, we set about our shared task, wiping down tables, rearranging chairs, and ensuring that the tavern was in perfect order for the patrons who would soon grace its doors. As we worked side by side, a sense of camaraderie and ease filled the air. Elizabeth's presence was calming, her infectious warmth radiating and enveloping me like a comforting embrace.

Time seemed to slip away unnoticed as we continued our chores, lost in conversation and occasional bouts of laughter. The quiet moments were punctuated by stories exchanged and dreams shared, creating a tapestry of shared experiences that wove our connection ever tighter. Elizabeth's genuine interest in my journey and her willingness to share snippets of her own adventures made me feel seen and valued.

As the tantalizing scents of food grew stronger, signaling the imminent arrival of my long-awaited meal, the atmosphere in the tavern shifted. The chatter grew livelier, laughter echoing off the walls, and the clinking of cutlery and plates becoming a symphony of anticipation.

Ban emerged from the kitchen; a plate of perfectly cooked eggs benedict held carefully in his hands. With a weary yet kind smile, he placed the dish before me. "Here you go, kid. Enjoy," he said, his gruff voice carrying a touch of warmth. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me—a masterpiece of culinary artistry, each element thoughtfully prepared and arranged with precision.