The male would enter the coffee shop, leaving the bells ringing at the entrance right behind him. Grabbing just a cup, Ambrose would fill the it with his Favourite coffee amongst the rest. Cappuccino, the addiction started when he dropped by Paris for a visit, that's when a waitress recommended the drink. As of now, the male is hooked. Heading to one of the tables. The mere mortal would grab the morning paper before settling down to the seat.
Removing the mask that was concealing his lips, the boy would flip through the pages, taking small sips of the pipping Hot coffee, his side dish at the side.
L-36, the female. Awoke to the warmth of the morning sun, glaring at the light shining inwards into her room. She'd grumble, crushing the alarm clock into tiny pieces. She wasn't much of a morning person after all, getting dressed. The women would tuck her hands deep into her pockets, after shutting the door behind her. It was a calm morning which lighten the mood of the artificial human, L-36.
She was created in an industry which had her kill or slaughter anything at sight. But, just like a regular human being. She developed her own mindset that allowed her to make choices. Crushing the industry underneath her feet before she ran away leading a normal life that she has now. The being would walk down the streets, entering the café.
"Ring Rinnggg...." the bells would echo down the shop. "..?" The male thought, shifting his attention to the women who had just entered the shop. He was slightly pissy since his perfect morning had just been interrupted by another individual. Sure he would be social at times but he had enjoyed his mornings without any other living human disrupting since the neighbouring streets are known to be 'disruptive' getting a clear look at the culprit, he'd push his glasses back onto his face. Having his headset secured upon his head, he'd play one of his playlist at full blast.
The lady whom had just entered the shop had her ear piece on, glancing over to the other side of the room. She'd notice the male glaring at her with his fury aura, but it didn't faze her "Someone's here at this time of the day?" She thought to herself as she got her usual ice tea, and a side dish of a toasted bread. Taking the seat that was across the male's table, taking a sip of the tea she'd silently squeal in pure happiness. She loves the drink dearly to the point it has become a common drink she'd take daily, her ocean blue iris would glow brightly. Catching the other's attention.
"What the actual fuck...?" Ambrose mumbled underneath his breath, raising a brow at the significant other as the paper slipped through his fingers. "What's the matter?" The female questioned looking up from her drink, staring right into the male's eyes with her bright blue eyes. His eyes would widened slightly, in surprise. It was an unexpected reaction since by the look of her style she would've went like "What're ya lookin' at punk."
"Pft-" a silent laughter escaped his lips as he picked his paper up. He found the female relatively interesting compared to the ones he had met in the past. "W-What's so funny.." L-36 questioned. Slightly shocked by the sudden laughter, did she do something wrong? Did she mess up her words? She doesn't know.
Clenching her fingers forming them into a fist, she'd have both pressed down against her thighs awaiting for the other to answer. Ambrose had his fingers to intertwine, resting his Chin upon them. "Nothing much really." He'd chuckle out his reply. Having his mask back on, hiding the grin behind it. With a s
