Thanks.
Keep the change.'
Maarschalk was obviously not at home. Far from it. In this place, he was a stranger--nothing more than a question, 'Why is he here?', 'Yakuza?'.
He sat down at a table near the massive glass windows that faced the street. His cute little pink cupcake was almost entirely made up of frosting. Maarschalk didn't enjoy sugar, he dreaded eating this monstrosity. He poked his finger at it a few times, the stickiness bunched up on his index finger and he had a taste.
His latte chai frappe whatever steamed, as the cup rested in his hand. It had his name on it, well, not his real name, but the name that he gave when he was asked for it, it said: "Bappe Bipo Bapo"; when the barista was writing down his name, Maarschalk just made up a coffee sounding name--not even realizing that he was supposed to say his name after the barista begun writing down the random string.
A glance of defeat dominated most of his face. His first mistake was showing up to a girly coffee place dressed in almost completely in leather, with tons of dark hues as well.
He's been acting based on his emotions lately--he's been missing Arisa. That brought him here, the most girliest place he could find. His glance went around the place, met with the glances of the 'regular' clientele of this place; the name was nothing impressive, "Coffeebucks".