So close to 30 chapters !!! Which means we're nearing the end of this fanfic.
New characters being introduced??? Holy moly
"And then what?" Ganyu asked.
"Well that's it. We just bought Jane Austen books." You said.
"He's totally in love with you. How can you be so stupid?" Lumine said. She was always so spontaneous so you didn't pay attention to anything she said most of the time.
"Yeah right. Anyway, I accepted his gala thing."
"You did? You sure you're up for the task?" Sam asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You turned to her.
"Don't get me wrong. If there's anyone that can do it, it's you. I'm just worried you might be overwhelmed. It's true you own and run a business by yourself, but wine tasting galas are up top at the big leagues. Only rich people. I just don't want you to feel insignificant or scared." She shifted in her seat.
You continued cleaning the table. "Yeah well. Doesn't hurt to try. Besides, I don't know any of these people. If I embarrass myself, then boo hoo. I'm never gonna see them again." You said. "Thanks for caring though."
"Always."
"Alright. Let's wrap this up so we can go home everyone."
After a while the girls had left, and you stayed behind.
You heard someone enter your shop. You turned around to see two tall men. One with white hair, and the other with black hair.
You had never seen them before. But they didn't really look like your average customer.
"Uh... are you guys closed?" The one with the black hair and blue eyes asked, his voice was relatively coarse and deep. The way he prolonged his 'uh' sounded nice.
"Yes, we are. We have a sign displayed on the big glass window." You said as you put your hands on your hips.
"Oh. I'm sorry." He said awkwardly.
You looked at him, also feeling awkward.
"Uh... I'm really sorry again, but could I please just get something to eat really quickly? Me and my friend here are starving."
"Who's paying?"
"I will." The other man said. His voice was insanely deep. It kind of reminded you of Zhongli's voice.
You sighed. "Fine. But you're going to grab your food and leave." You walked behind the counter. "What can I get for you today?"
"I'd like a pain chocolatine, and a small brioche along with a heavily milked coffee please." The white haired man ordered. You noticed how flawless his prononciation of French words was. He made a piece of bread sound beautiful.
"And for you?" You turned to the guy with the messy black hair after taking the previous one's order and tapping into the tablet.
"I'd like an abricot confiture brioche. A croissant too. What kind of tea do you have?" He asked.
You answered him. His pronunciation was also perfect. "That'll be 32$ please."
The white haired one pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He looked up and put his violet eyes back on you. "Here."
You took it and put it into the cash register, making small conversation as you did so. "I'm guessing you guys are French? Or speak French at least."
"Ah, yes we do." He replied.
"You don't have an accent though."
The one with black haired shrugged.
"French people have nice names." You said, indirectly asking for their names. Why did you want to know? You don't know. Just making small talk with your customers like always.
"Do we now?" He chuckled. "You can call me Wriothesley."
"I'm Neuvillette. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Your order will be ready in a few minutes."
You heard a slight pitter patter on your windows as you made their orders. It was raining. All you had to do was give them their food and you could go home.
The rain was getting more and more aggressive, making sure it was heard.
You ducked down to grab a pastry from the display case, and almost jumped backwards when you had raised your head back up only to be greeted by Wriothesley right in your face.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He tried stifling a laugh.
"Are you laughing at me right now?" You smiled.
"Maybe."
"Did you need something?"
"Uh yeah." He cleared his throat. "We didn't bring any umbrellas and we were wondering if—"
"You can stay." You sighed with your eyes closed.
"Really? Thanks a lot. I don't know what to say."
"Just don't try to laugh at me next time maybe?" You said.
He chuckled. "I'll try."
You gave him their order and he walked away.
You sat down at a chair and dropped your head back.
I didn't bring an umbrella. I forgot it at home.
That's when you heard your shop door bell ring again.
You groaned, raising your head. "We're closed. Did the sign disappear or something?!"
"No it's just fine." You heard a familiar voice chuckle. Well, somewhat familiar.
"Oh, you're Kaeya right? Dawn's brother." You looked him up and down.
"You've made progress I see. Last time you called me Kayla."
"Right... sorry. I'm not the best with names."
"It's fine. Anyway—"
"I'm not serving anything. We're closed."
"I'm full, thank you." He started with a smile. "I've been informed you're coming to that gala. Catering it even?"
"The wine-tasting Gala?" You asked.
That's when the two French men turned their heads around. "The Dawn winery Gala?" Neuvillette asked.
"Okay what is going on?" You asked.
"Huh. So it's you." The one with the messy black hair said.
"Me? What do you mean it's me?"
"I don't mean to offend, but there are rumours going around saying the CEO found himself a girlfriend. He's apparently spoiling her and letting her cater the event. Everyone's mad, assuming you're incompetent because you're not part of high society." He said before taking another sip of his tea. "I personally don't care about any of that. I only attend because I need to."
Your eyes widened. "Oh." You muttered.
"Hey, don't be discouraged. Everyone in high society's an asshole with nothing better to do then talk shit." He said.
You were surprised by the sudden vulgar language.
You turned back to Kaeya.
"I'm here to get you ready." He said.
"What? But I've already been assigned people to help me."
"Yeah no they're not going to do anything. I've told them all they can go home already."
"Wow."
"Oh my brother's gonna be pissed."
"Don't you like that?"
"Indeed I do." He grinned. "I'll help you on etiquette, making good conversation and even looks."
"But why would you help me?"
"Because I hate nothing more than those stuck up rich people. And I'd be a very very happy man to see them proven wrong about you."
"Me too." Wriothesley resided his hand, still seated on the other side of the coffee shop, his cup of tea up to his lips.
"It would be entertaining." The other one said.
"We're starting tomorrow. The only problem is, we need a big ballroom or something of sorts to practice dancing."
"I can help with that." Neuvillette raised his hands. "I have a lot of space in my home."
You turned to the stranger whom you had met fifteen minutes ago, max.
"Kaeya who are these people and why did you send them?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled.
"I'm in too, by the way. Man this is going to be hilarious." The black haired man chuckled before taking another sip of his tea.
"It's settled then. We'll meet here tomorrow at 7:00 in the morning." Kaeya said.
"I still haven't agreed to this by the way."
"Well you've got no other choice."
"Does he at least know about this?"
"That I dismissed his whole team? No."
"God he's going to burn you alive."
"I hope he does after I see those old rich geezers' downfalls." He laughed.
The other men laughed along as well.
What am I getting myself into?
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