[y/n] went to the counter, starting their shift with her feminine looking coworker as per usual. The two engaged in idle conversation as they got ready for the day. Currently, working at a cafe was what suited the both of them best.
"I saw a few of our old friends from high school the other day." He smiled, beginning to make the sweets that he was always good at making.
"Other than Gaius, right?" She replied, pointing a thumb at where their boss was in the back room.
"The reunion was the other day, you know. Everyone was wondering where you were." He sighed.
"Well, with you and Gaius busy someone had to take care of the shop. We got a lot of customers, amazingly."
"A certain someone especially asked about you. It's not any of my business, but I think you two should meet soon. You were such good friends after all." The blond hummed, grabbing more hair pins from his apron's pocket; his hair had begun to obscure his vision and it was surely bad for an activity that could be easily messed up like baking.
"Is her hair still strawberry blonde? It always looked more strawberry than blonde." [y/n] mumbled, trying to avoid talking about her seriously. She had to get that lovely woman out of her mind sometime.
"Yes. She has a kid now." [y/n]'s facial features dropped for a split second before going back to normal. "Inigo is his name. Lovely little thing, shy as the dickens." The blonde smiled, remembering how red the boy's face got when anyone tried to talk to him.
"I see. That's great to hear. I mean, she is happy with her husband, right?" Libra shook his head, looking at her over his shoulder. "What, is he a dirtbag?"
"No, that's not what I meant. Though, I suppose he would have to be... Olivia's divorced, you see? Turned out the whole 'lesbian phase' wasn't just a phase." He walked over to get some ingredients from the other side of the small kitchen, nudging [y/n] as he passed. "You have that in common." He chuckled. "I told her that I worked here with you and Gaius. She said she might drop by sometime." [y/n] lifted an eyebrow at him, not sure whether to ask if he was trying to hook the two up or not. "I mean, it is legal here..."
"I knew it." She grumbled under her breath, grinding the coffee beans more furiously than before. "It's rare for you to try to hook anyone up, Libra. What's so different this time?" He sighed as he turned back around.
"Well, your friendship did fall apart after the incident..." [y/n] glared at him, her face just barely showing traces of pink. "Don't you look at me like that. I didn't plain out say it. There is no one here anyway."
"Not all lesbians want to hook up with each other, you know." [y/n] groaned back, a frown almost spreading across their face.
"But you do want to date Olivia. Don't try to defend yourself, I know it's true." He smiled, pouring the batter he'd be working on into individual molds. "I do believe you have a chance. Her eyes perked up when she heard your name."
"Be quiet, would you?" [y/n] replied sorely as she walked out to the front, turning the sign on the front door to 'open'. He followed behind, getting a timer from the front.
A woman walked into the cafe, holding her son's hand gently and lovingly as he hid behind her.
"U-um... Excuse me." She nearly whispered to the clerk who was doing something at the workstation behind the counter. The worker turned, stopping when she realized who was there. She went back to a professional personality immediately.
"Is there something I can help you with today, ma'am?" She asked, getting out a notepad.
"Oh. D-do you remember me? I-I'm Olivia."
"...Oh, yeah. Good to see you again." She smiled, bringing the notepad down a little to seem open.
"I wish you'd gone to the reunion... N-nevermind. I shouldn't needlessly take up your time. Um... Inigo, would you like something?" She asked him, lifting him to see the things in the case. He immediately buried his face in his mother's shoulder.
"I'm fine." He whispered into her ear, refusing to look at [y/n]. He really was a shy little thing.
"How about a piece of cake? Lemon with chocolate frosting, right?" He looked over at the case, catching eyes with the employee and whipping his head back in an instant.
"Alright." She smiled. "We'll have two slices of that."
"Of course." [y/n] nodded, adding the prices for the cake into the register and getting through the transaction Scott-free.
"[y/n], um... We used to be such good friends. We should catch up sometime... C-can I have your number?" Olivia asked, her face going bright red. [y/n] nodded, looking around for a piece of paper she could give her old friend. She wrote her number on it quickly, then handing the bag that held the small family's cake slices. "I-I'll see you soon then." She gave a little wave before leaving with her brunet son. (or at least, that's what she thought that color must be; a very light, washy brown. Like Sumia's hair color, she noted.) She set everything up in the front, Libra coming out to see who the customer could've been and seeing just a whisp of strawberry-pink hair.
"Take over up here." [y/n] demanded, walking to the storage room and closing the door behind her securely. She sat down putting her back against the wall and covering her now fuming red face. She wasn't sure how she felt about kissing her best friend in high school at the moment; did it give her a chance? She slapped her cheeks, getting rid of the heat in her face, and left to go work the front again.