Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

Rin had a routine. He awoke at six in the morning, and pulled his beautiful dyed golden hair into a ponytail so he could go for a jog while the air was still crisp and cool. He returned home, showered, then towel-dried and let his hair air dry after brushing it flat so it didn't get all poofy, applied generous amounts of Madagascar vanilla bean-scented lotion, then had a balanced breakfast containing a fruit, a tiny portion of meat, and a bowl of rice as per his Japanese heritage. From there, it was straight to the cafe to put the in-house made breads into the oven from where they'd been proofing overnight under damp towels. Then he checked his emails, checked stock, scribbled down the things that were just over half empty and then walked to the supermarket which was only two blocks from there in the quiet, friendly neighbourhood. By the time he had returned, unlocking the front door and slipping inside with an armload of bags, the cafe was filled with the scent of baking bread which he happily filled his lungs with before reluctantly releasing it in a self-satisfied sigh. Ah yes, Rin was the mastermind behind this entire cafe, inspired by some of those he'd been to with his family before. They served all manner of in-house made sweets and parfaits, along with sandwiches and hot beverages. Their cake and coffee were especially deliciousprobably the best in the city, no! The world! This was a thought that brought a huge grin to Rin's full pink lips and he took another deep breath in through his nose. Only... this time there was something else. He was on his way into the kitchen when he noticed it, the scent of their signature cake hanging in the air just under the bread. In one way or another, he expected that one of the employees had come in early, but he still nearly dropped his groceries with a squeak of surprise when he rounded the corner and saw Moe standing at the counter with his apron on, working away whistling out a jubilant tune. He wasn't sure how he didn't hear it before. Maybe it was because he was so caught up in his own success, or when he'd paused briefly to look at himself in the mirror behind the rustic cherry wood bar that he'd had imported to go with the rest of the cozy yet still fashionable and functional semi-Victorian era theme he was trying to achieve. He felt that it brought a sort of class that went not only with his Princely good looks, but also made it easy for people who couldn't necessarily afford to have gourmet all the time feel as if they were loved as well. Which they were. Rin appreciated all his guests and his staff, and was one of the only owners in the area known to go out and wait tables even on slow days. Oh, Moe. You scared me half to death! He set the bags down on the counter and came up behind the redhead to scoop some batter off the side of one of the bowls, his chest just brushing Moe's before he stood up straight and licked the sweet substance away. It's better than usual you must be in a good mood. With that, the princely figure sashayed off to find his apron, wash his hands, and gather some things to start on a batch of German chocolate cupcakes however before he could start, he had to check his reflection in the bowl, just to make sure his hair didn't look too silly all wrapped up in a bun with a hairnet over top. These were precautions one needed to take when their hair was long enough to brush the small of their back when left down there was always a price for being beautifulhairnets, long skin-ruining showers, enormous amounts of shampoo and conditioner... and the worst of them all, the devil among devils. The very beginning of black roots showing at his scalp. With a scoff and a pout, he began to mix the memorised amounts and made a mental note to call his hairdresser as soon as he was finished. This was absolutely not acceptable.