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Closed to [miphasgrace] (coffee shop au)
Jul. 19th, 2017 04:10 pmHe's back in the city after only a week away, and all Link wants to do is go back out into the wilderness. It's summer, mountain climbing season, and here he is, stuck in town.
He dismounts his bike outside the coffee shop Zelda told him to meet her at. It's trendy, hip, and thoroughly not his style. Not that he's a fan of expensive coffee anyways.
Also, he's not entirely sure he’s going to fit in. He’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt, cargo shorts, and climbing shoes. He’s also dusty and chalky and sweaty.
He takes a second to lock up his bike - it's an old fixie, but it’s served him well and he’d hate to see it stolen.
That done, he hesitates, not sure if he’s at all ready to go in. He could just wait out here for her, but he’d never hear the end of her teasing if he was waiting outside.
Patting his dirty hands on his dirty shorts, he headed for the door and let himself in.
And it was deserted inside. There was a barista at the counter. A zora girl, red… skin? hide? No, gorons had hide, right? It was all rocky and hard, that had to be a hide?
He was so absorbed in staring at the zora girl only half in focus, that if she said anything to him, he didn’t even hear it. “Waiting for somebody,” he mumbled instead, heading for a table near the door to wait for Zelda.
He dismounts his bike outside the coffee shop Zelda told him to meet her at. It's trendy, hip, and thoroughly not his style. Not that he's a fan of expensive coffee anyways.
Also, he's not entirely sure he’s going to fit in. He’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt, cargo shorts, and climbing shoes. He’s also dusty and chalky and sweaty.
He takes a second to lock up his bike - it's an old fixie, but it’s served him well and he’d hate to see it stolen.
That done, he hesitates, not sure if he’s at all ready to go in. He could just wait out here for her, but he’d never hear the end of her teasing if he was waiting outside.
Patting his dirty hands on his dirty shorts, he headed for the door and let himself in.
And it was deserted inside. There was a barista at the counter. A zora girl, red… skin? hide? No, gorons had hide, right? It was all rocky and hard, that had to be a hide?
He was so absorbed in staring at the zora girl only half in focus, that if she said anything to him, he didn’t even hear it. “Waiting for somebody,” he mumbled instead, heading for a table near the door to wait for Zelda.
