“Excuse me, are you waiting for someone or are you going to order?” A young waitress said a little nervously, staring at the huge orc that sat in the corner of the adorable little coffee shop. Miłoś simply huffed in response, annoyed but not surprised by her nervousness.

“Yeah, I’m waiting on someone. If you’re going to keep askin’ then go ahead and put me down for two coffees, one black and one iced latte.” He said in what was supposed to be more authoritative, but what ended up a gentle mumble as his eyes flicked back to the door for just a moment.

“Alright. Just two coffees then? Uhm… Out of curiosity, who are you meeting with…?” The young woman asked him, causing him to come back to reality for a moment. “Two coffees… and the lava cake for two. You see, it’s actually our first anniversary.” He said in a much softer tone, the edges of his lips quirking up into a goofy little grin.

As soon as the words left his mouth the waitress blinked in soft surprise but nodded as she went to fill his order, leaving him hopelessly staring at the door like a lovesick dog. Are- Are they coming? Of course they are! They’re just taking a while. I knew I showed up too damn early. he thought to himself, his fingers tap- tap- tapping on the little wooden table.

The orc sighed heavily as he ran his thick fingers through his perfectly slicked back hair, messing it up slightly and causing a few strands to fall in his face as he looked down at himself. Fuck, the new flannel shirt doesn’t even fit right. Maybe Anon won’t notice? What if they’re not coming? I should’ve told them sooner- He thought, his grin slowly falling off his face as doubt began to seep in.

That is, until he heard the little bell at the front door ring. His eyes shot up to catch a glimpse, hoping it was his mystery date, his lover, his soulmate, all that sappy shit… When his eyes met the strangers he almost felt his heart stop in his chest. Is that them? Was his only thought as a wild blush creeped up his neck and to his cheeks and pointy ears.

He watched as the beautiful stranger sat across from him, he tried so hard to speak but his mouth was completely dry from nerves. Finally, he cleared the lump in his throat, his blush growing more prominent as he gazed at Anon, almost begging for this to be real.

“Hello, I’m Miłoś,” he hesitated a bit, his heart pounding like a teenager with a first crush. “You’re Anon, right?”

His words came out faster than he meant to as his green eyes searched and memorized every detail of their face. He was hopeful to say the least, absolutely flustered by the person in front of him as they finally met for the first time.