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The morning sun spilled through the storefront windows in golden bands, highlighting lines off the wooden floor and bouncing off polished mugs. You moved behind the counter with practiced rhythm—grinding beans, steaming milk, organizing pastries on display. It was all routine for you. The quiet whirring of the espresso machine blended with the sound of the city outside, creating a serene calm before the morning rush.
Chrono Café wasn’t large, but it was yours—named after time as it felt like a little break from it. Cozy, familiar, and always full of a nostalgia-like scent. It wasn’t as big nor as successful as the chain coffee shops in the city, but it was just enough to feel like a second home. You liked that about it, and so did the regulars.
The doorbell chimed once, and the first customers arrived.
“Morning, (Y/N)!” Sonic called out, already halfway to the counter. “Two Blue Blurs and a Miles Matcha to go!”
You chuckled, shaking your head, “you realize naming drinks after yourselves make you look egocentric, right?”
“Hey, it’s called branding!” Sonic said proudly, tossing a wink at Tails, who struggled through the door while balancing a stack of blueprints.
Tails smiled, his white tips flicking behind him. “I told him we should diversify the menu names, but he said ‘nothing’s faster than free advertising!’”
“Advertising what? Your own fan club?” you joked, and the two laughed. You moved over to the espresso machine to start the order. “I’ll take it as a compliment, though.”
While you prepped their drinks, Knuckles wandered in, muttering something about needing caffeine to “deal with hedgehog energy this early in the morning.” Amy followed close behind. Her cheerful energy was enough to light up the whole room.
Minutes later, the café started to fill with the familiar noise of chatter and clinking cups. You were able to stay on top of all the orders, and the place started to feel like home again. Sonic and his friends decided to stay for their drinks, claiming their usual table by the window. It was its own, small, beautiful form of chaos.
Amid the noise, the doorbell chimed once more. You looked up. A newcomer stood in the doorway—golden eyes wide as if the world was too bright to believe in. His ivory quills shimmered faintly as if there was an invisible breeze moving through them. His whole look and vibe was ethereal, but he looked lost. Not directionally, but like someone standing in a place that shouldn’t exist anymore.
He took a hesitant step forward. You could tell he was very anxious, and it was starting to rub off on you. You decided to cool things down with a simple greeting. “Hey there,” you welcomed gently, “welcome to Chrono Café. First time here?”
His eyes flickered over to you, slightly startled as he approached the counter. “Oh! Yes, I think so…. I’m um—Silver. Silver the Hedgehog,” he stammered.
There was a really awkward pause. It was painfully awkward. He said it like it was a name you were supposed to recognize.
“Nice to meet you Silver,” you continued, “what can I get for ya?”
He turned to the menu board, squinting his eyes in concentration. “There are… so many choices…” he paused, “what’s a ‘Chaos Caramel Latte?’”
“That one is special,” you explained. “Sweet, and a little unpredictable. Think of it as controlled chaos in a cup.”
Silver tilted his head. “Controlled chaos? That sounds… nice.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Want to try one?”
He nodded shyly. “Yes, please.”
“Coming right up,” you affirmed, stepping over to make the latte.
While you worked, Silver was noticed by Sonic. “Hey, Silver! Over here!” he called out.
Silver floated over to his table. “Sonic! Tails! I think I might have found it.”
“Found what?”
“Peace.”
You finished the latte and went back to the counter, noticing Silver talking to Sonic. They must know each other! Silver walked back over and it was apparent his anxiety returned. Nevertheless, he stared at the cup before picking it up and taking a tiny sip.
His eyes went wide. “Oh,” he murmured softly, “...this is amazing.”
You leaned casually on the counter. “I’m glad you like it. First time tasting coffee?”
He smiled, almost sheepish. “Yeah. Where I come from, there aren’t really places like this. It’s peaceful here, I like it.”
You didn’t know what to make of that statement. The way he said “peaceful” stood out to you. It was like he never gets to use that word often. “Well,” you started softly, “you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. No rush.”
He looked up at you, and for a moment, something flickered in his expression. It was a mix of gratitude and awe.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, “I think I’ll come back tomorrow.”
Silver took his latte and left in silence. Afterward, Sonic came back up to the counter. “Hey, (Y/N)! Was that your first time meeting him?”
“Who? Silver?” you questioned the obvious.
Sonic nodded his head.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen him before.”
“Oh! Well, see, he’s a little shy, but he just got back from a mission in the future! He’s been looking for a place to chill out and I think he’s found it.”
You replayed your interaction in your mind, and his anxiety made more sense. “Ah, that’s actually really cool!”
Later that night, after you closed up, you kept thinking about Silver. Maybe it was just his vibe, but his voice kept replaying. Soft, careful, and almost disbelieving. You haven’t had such an interesting newcomer in a while. You smiled faintly as you closed the door behind you. Somehow, you knew he had already kept his promise to return.
The next morning arrived rather quietly. Early sunlight began to light up the countertop, bringing the steam from your first brew of the day into view. You moved through the café like clockwork. You checked the grinder, adjusted the sign out front, and arranged the pastries that Amy had dropped off at sunrise. It was peaceful, predictable, and routine.
That was until the doorbell chimed. You turned, smiling automatically. “Good morning—”
And there he was again—Silver the Hedgehog. He stood in the doorway with bright eyes and a slight smile. He looked more confident than he did yesterday. Maybe he was just more comfortable? Who knows. His posture was still weighed down by quiet hesitation, however, as if he wasn’t sure if he belonged here yet.
“Hey,” you greeted, drying your hands on a towel, “back already?”
Silver nodded. “You said I could come back.”
“Of course. Welcome home, time traveler.”
His cheeks turned slightly pink. “I… don’t really have a home here.”
You tilted your head, offering a gentle smile. “Feel free to borrow this one for a while.”
He blinked, visibly flustered. “I—um—that’s… very nice of you.”
You gestured toward the counter. “So, what’ll it be today? Chaos Caramel Latte again?”
Silver shook his head. There was thought behind it. “Actually, could you recommend something a little calmer? Yesterday’s order was a little… energetic.”
You thought for a moment, then the perfect menu option popped into your head. “You got it. One Tranquility Tea coming up.”
While brewing his drink, Silver wandered over to a seat by the window. The sunlight hit his fur in a soft way, making a halo shape. For a moment, you caught yourself staring. He had this unshakable calmness about him. It wasn’t empty, but rather quietly alive, like the calm found in the eye of a hurricane.
Once finished, you walked over and set the tea down in front of him. “Careful. It’s hot.”
Silver smiled up at you, and the warmth behind it felt more comforting than the morning sun. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
You froze before quickly regaining your composure. “You remembered my name?”
“I pay attention,” he simply replied, stirring his tea.
You gave him a smile and returned back to the counter, attempting to hide the way your heart jumped. You didn’t know what it was, but this hedgehog from the future had a grip on you.
By the end of the week, Silver became a fixture. The bell would ring every morning, soft and predictable. Then, he’d step in, smiling a little wider each time.
One day stood out amongst all the rest. As he stepped up to the counter, you already had his usual order of Tranquility Tea ready. Appreciative, he looked at you with a soft smile and a curious glint in his eyes.
“Do you do this all by yourself?”
“Yeah, it’s always just been me here.”
He tilted his head. “Doesn’t it get stressful, though?”
You thought for a moment. You were happy someone was taking an interest in what you do, but you had to admit, it did get stressful at times. You were definitely warming up to Silver, and figured honesty is always the best policy. “Yeah, but I can handle it, though!”
“Okay, well s-see, I was wondering if…” he started to stammer again, “I could maybe… help out…?”
Your eyes went a little wide. “Help out? Like, you want to work here?”
“Y—yeah! I guess, I see what you do and it looked like you could maybe use help here and there and I figured I could and I’m sorry if it’s stupid—”
“No, no, any help is appreciated!” you stopped his rambling. “I’d be honored to have someone like you help me around here.”
Silver’s smile was enough of a response you needed. That night, he stayed a little after closing for you to teach him the basics, such as organization and cleaning methods. You both walked out of the store at the same time, and as you locked the door behind you, you confirmed, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow for your first ‘shift?’”
“Yeah! I’ll be there!” Silver promised, before heading his own way.
Since then, Silver had delivered on his promise. He’d help with the simple chores like refilling sugar jars, stacking mugs, and sweeping with a telekinetically floating broom, which was admittedly both impressive and terrifying.
You liked how he was somewhat of an unofficial employee. He hung out at the café almost all day and he always lended a hand if he noticed you struggling. The best part was that you always had someone to talk to other than the regular customers who would come and go, and that helped cure a tiny loneliness factor that you didn’t even know you struggled with.
The regulars got used to Silver as well. Amy absolutely adored him, and he adored her pastries. She offered him some recipes so he could try making them himself, which he appreciated to the fullest.
Knuckles usually pretended to be unimpressed but always kept note of his impressive work ethic. They’d sometimes talk, and their conversations would somewhat turn into philosophical debates.
Sonic teased Silver constantly, of course. They mutually understood that it was purely light-hearted. He couldn’t hide how fond he was of the new addition. In reality, he was happy Silver found something he liked doing in the present.
There was one regular who was a little more difficult to read—Shadow. He’d always show up late at night and order the same thing—coffee beans in a cup with a spoon. Silver would always be behind the counter around this time as the day was close to over and the café itself was usually empty, but you always took Shadow’s order as you were more experienced with matching his energy. Silver wanted to try once, though, and he successfully delivered!
After, you asked Shadow about Silver, and he simply replied, “He’s… different now. A lot calmer. That’s good.”
You didn’t press for more details.
One quiet afternoon, the café was nearly empty. It was just you, Silver, and the sound of the ceiling fan. You leaned against the counter, watching Silver scribble something on a napkin.
Curious, you walked over to his usual table. “Whatcha working on?”
He looked up, startled at first, but soon formed a gentle smile. “Just notes… about time.”
“Time?”
“Yeah. I’ve been trying to understand why this era feels so…” he trailed off, looking for the right world, “so gentle. Everything’s slower here, and that’s good. People talk, laugh, and stay.” He set the pen down and looked at you, explaining, “where I’m from, everything is survival. There’s no time for this.” He gestured around at the café, the small but vibrant peace in the atmosphere.
You pulled a chair and sat down across from him. “Well, maybe that’s why you came here; to learn what peace feels like.”
Silver titled his head. “Maybe. Maybe that, or maybe just to remember it.”
The words lingered between you two, delicate. You couldn’t even fathom what he must know or had been through, but it seemed pretty dire the way he describes it. You smiled softly, hoping his theory of remembrance doesn’t allude to him leaving. “Then it’s a good thing you found this place.”
He looked at you again, this time really looking at you as if he were memorizing your facial features. “Yeah,” he murmured, “it really is.”
Silver left shortly after that conversation, and you were able to handle the lazy traffic that came for the rest of the day. When you were cleaning that night, you found a folded napkin tucked away in the corner of the counter. You opened it up to find Silver’s neat handwriting: Thank you for giving me a place that doesn’t vanish.
You felt something flutter as you read it, and you slipped it into your pocket. Moonlight began to shine against the café windows. You didn’t know it yet, but Silver had started considering this place his anchor in time.