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"Could you please get some more creamer from the back fridge?" asked Grisella.

"Sure thing Grisella," you replied, sorting out the last of the coffee lids and heading towards the kitchen.

"Did somebody say the devilishly handsome white haired rogue?" asked Solomon, who was still tying on his apron with one hand as he entered the café through the kitchen. In the other hand he already held a carton of coffee creamer.

You picked up a handful of sugar packets and tossed them at him playfully. "Even if someone had, they wouldn't be talking about you Sol." Your mind drifted briefly to another white haired man you hoped would come to the café today.

"Solomon, you're ten minutes late, again." Grisella admonished. Luckily Grisella had cut off your train of thought before you could blush, which would have caused two interrogations later.

"He's lying if he says he'll come in ten minutes early tomorrow," you stage whispered to her.

"Hey!" Solomon was already setting up the cash register. You knew he'd be ready in time for open. You also knew that Grisella wouldn't really hold his lateness against him. She never did. Despite being a bit of a mess, he was her nephew. Solomon didn't talk a lot about his childhood, but you knew that Grisella had taken him in for three years when he was small, while his mother had been in the hospital. You had the distinct impression that when she had returned home, Solomon had been her caretaker, rather than the other way around.

Grisella hummed along with the radio as the three of you set up shop for the day. You found yourself smiling as you went about the familiar routine. The only thing that could make today better would be if he came in…