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"My lady's crepe suzette, as requested," Belial says, gracefully setting the plate in front of Camomile.
She can feel other customers' eyes on her corner booth, looking between her order and how dashing Belial looks in a black-and-silver uniform. If it weren't for his soothing presence, she would've curled up into an embarrassed ball already. Instead, she chirps "Thank you, Belial!"
There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about these crepes, besides the citrus tang of oranges wafting from the drizzle on top. Still, it's from Belial, and at his patisserie job no less; it's special by default. Lifting her knife and fork, she starts to dig in⏤
Belial's beautiful hand unexpectedly appears in front of her face. "Wait." He sounds as if this is a matter of life and death, and it's her life on the line.
She's never heard him sound this serious; it's both flattering and worrisome. Her eyes wide, she watches him gracefully retrieve a gunmetal black cigarette lighter from the pocket of his purple apron. A flick of his wrist, and it's open, sporting a small and flickering flame.
"My lady, please move back a little," Belial says, his brows furrowed in intense concentration.
Her heart pounding, she does as he says, the leather upholstery squeaking like a mouse under her weight. I wonder what the flame is for? Oh, I should have researched this more thoroughly⏤
FWOOSH.
As soon as Belial sets the flame to the orange drizzle, it flows across the top of the crepes like a controlled forest fire in miniature, only going where he wills it. As a bonus, her whole corner booth smells like oranges, and the fire cooks the crepes a little more, leaving them a mouth-watering golden brown. To Camomile's credit, she doesn't shriek; she's too awestruck to bother.
Belial snaps his fingers, and the fire snuffs out. "And there you are, my lady," he says, executing an elegant bow. "I hope that performance was to your liking?" At her overcome nod, he breaks character to purr in her ear "There's more where that came from."
A mortified and delighted giggle bubbles out of her. "Th-Thank you."
Belial draws back to his full height, chuckling. "Very good, my lady. Enjoy your meal."
It's only a little nerve-racking, knowing he's watching her take the first bite.