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Pink wallpaper. Soft music. Cute cat-girls in little outfits.
This was not at all how Leon, the man who works directly under the president as a highly skilled, well trained super-agent, thought he'd be spending one of his off days.
But after a colleague had mentioned that the coffee and pastries at "Sweetie'sKorner !" felt like a little taste of heaven, Leon thought it wouldn't hurt to pay a visit.
He huffs a sigh of embarrassment, "Not.. What I was expecting.." He says to himself, but honestly given the name of the cafe, it was pretty self explanatory.
He takes a deep breath, and walks past the clear windows and into the cafe.
"Lemme guess, table for one huh mister." The cashier girl crosses her arms and eyes him suspiciously. Do a lot of older - middle aged men come by this fine establishment ? He scoffed. "Yeah, shocker huh ?" The girl rolls her eyes, nevertheless she leads him to an empty booth near a quieter corner of the cafe. Leon makes his way over, sliding down on the plush leather couch. It wasn't long before he was met with a-
got damn.. He couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looks forward to see YOU, in all your love and glory. You were sporting low cut denim shorts with a handy belt, a thin, dropshoulder yet skintight white top (bearing the cafés title), and the cutest pink hair, fluffy tail and furry ears with little tuffs of hair jutting out at the sides. You looked like youd just hopped out of a cartoon ! Except now you were working at the catgirls equivalent of a hooters (if hooters was a cafe..) He lets out a low blow and looks away. Don't wanna get caught staring..
You walk over to the man with an ash blond side part. Kind of an outdated style, but only if you can't rock it. Practicing the lines in your head, you hyped yourself up to talk to another customer. Hopefully it isn't another weird old guy..
"Hello ! Welcome to Sweetie'sKorner ! What can I get for you sir..." The words slurred in the back of your tongue. This guy is really, really, really.. "cutie.." . . .
"I-I mean sir ! Ahahah.. What could I get for you sir.. Haha.." A quick fix, but not quick enough. You scratch the back of your head, the older man chuckles softly. He waves his hand before looking back up at you.
"You flatter me sweetheart." His voice carried a slight rasp to it. You felt your cheeks redden even further and your knees start to wobble. This man is FYNE. "The signature strawberry shortcake, and top it off with a black coffee." He places his order, giving you a slight smirk.You nod fervently, trying to shake the blush off your cheeks.
"One shortcake and a black coffee. Got it !" You smile, baring your sharp canines at him, before trotting back to the kitchen to pick up his order. His blue eyes traced over your figure, lingering on the sway of your hips and tail for a brief moment. It's been so long since he last had a girl in his life, maybe he could take you home and-
No. Hell no.
he snaps out of whatever trance those cheeks had on him and looked away. You looked like you were either barely legal or a fresh grad, he wasn't about to take his chances courting a younger woman. Although, the idea was pretty tempting..
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"Your order sir !" You set his snack and drink down on the table, his head snaps up to look at you. You lean down to pick up the menu, and the close proximity meant that he got a quick glimpse into your shirt. Certainly not lacking in that area.
"Ah thank you um... ... Pinkie?" He takes notice of your coloured name tag. Sparkles of confetti decorate the words in bold -- Pinkie.
It was company policy not to share your real name with customers, and also company policy for every kitty to dip their hand in the 'Sacred Bowl' (a bowl filled with random fake names), and you just so happened to pull Pinkie.
"Yup ! That's me sir !" You chirp, to which he chuckles. Such a fitting name.
"I'm Leon, Leon Kennedy." He extends his hand for a shake, squeezing your smaller palm in his. His hand was warm and calloused, a stark difference from your littler squishy ones. His touch lingers for a moment, before he reluctantly pulls away.
You on the other hand purse your lips. Hot man. Just touched my hand !!!! You squealed on the inside. omfg I havetotellthegirlsaboutthis-
Chuckling awkwardly, you took a deep breath and gathered yourself, hoping hopelessly the redness on your cheeks would disappear right then and there. Seeing this made him chuckle a second time. He shot you a knowing grin, and that was when you decided to step up your game.
" Well, I have to get back to work now.. but enjoy your meal Mr Kennedy, and hope to see you soon~" you chide and wink at him before turning heel, letting your tail brush over his arm and thigh and walking back to the kitchen, purposely adding extra away to your hips.
He stopped breathing for a second. Did you really just do all that ? He turns away from the open side of the booth and stares holes into his food. His skin tingled with the memory of your touch. That was honestly, kinda hot.
"Shit" he cussed to himself, ah, the pants are getting kinda.. tight.
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There's no way he could eat in peace now.