Charlotte
*Humble new beginnings..*
Laura
Laying aloft in bed, arms, gently folded atop one another. He snoozed peaceful, chest heaving, and falling with very sweet breathes. In a dark, ominous halo around his head, Artorias black hair splattered against his pillow. Dressed in no top, a pair of grey sweat bottoms. He slept quietly, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. The sun, beaming through the window, casting inside the room brilliant rays of splendor. Splashing golden color across his pale face, eyes bouncing around behind their lids. They slowly blinked themselves awake, then quickly, and he slowly sat himself up. 

Releasing a long cat like yawn, with a long tongue, and some rather sharp fangs to boot. Both arms widely stretching over his head. His left- falling down to its side, while his right eagerly scratched a good morning itch on the crown of his head. Hair tumbling to the side, moving out of the way of the elves long rough digits. He felt groggy, Arty always felt tired in the morning. He for sure wasn't that kind of a person, glancing around his room, both emerald eyes wandered for a shirt. To no avail, he hasn't found one. Sighing a long sigh, figuring it was time to wake up for the day. And be productive.

To his dismay, Arty, didn't want to.

But oh well..

"Yeah yeah.. I'm up I'm-"

Before he could finish his sentence, his phones alarm set for later in the morning. Blared agonizingly, and he let out a begrudged sound of discontent, smacking his finger on the '*Stop*' button, silencing it until it's next morning. 

And there he stood, topless in his room. Waking up, for the beginning of the new day.
Patricia
Lily, the enchanting elfmaid of "Cafe and Care," Started her day with the rising sun, eagerly preparing for another day of spreading joy and warmth. Emerging from her cozy woodland abode, she tied her flowing dark chocolate brown hair into twin braids, accentuated with colorful bows that matched her vibrant attire. Arriving at the bustling café, Lily's presence felt like a breath of fresh air, her infectious smile welcoming both familiar faces and first-time visitors alike. 

As she slipped into her maid's apron, her small, delicate elf eyes twinkled with excitement, ready to embark on her journey of creating enchanting experiences for those who crossed her path. With a spring in her step, Lily began her duties, gracefully floating from table to table, ensuring each was immaculately set. Her plump curvaceous figure moved with a gentle sway, exuding a sense of comfort and ease. As she worked diligently, she wove her magic, infusing each interaction with warmth, care, and authenticity.

"Good morning everyone! Let's make this day go by with laughter and wonderful memories! And sweets! 'Kay?" She exclaimed happily to her fellow maids and butlers who either gave her smile or matched her energy. Lily's tasks extended beyond cleaning and tidying. Her true gift lay in making every guest feel seen and cherished.
Laura
Scratching his chin, he glanced around the room again. Eyes being drawn to his backpack, and picking it up- he unzipped the bag, pulling out a black cotton long sleeve shirt. Dropping the bag to the floor, he cambered the shirt over his head. Pulling it down over the torso, covering the waistband of his pants with the shirts hem. 

Today was gonna be alright, right? 

Curiously, he walked out of his bedroom.

Peaking his head out of the doorway, peering into the hallway. He slipped out, and stalked down. Itching for something to eat, he'd head to the cafe portion of the building. Stomach rumbling for something to eat, he smelled the cafe. And now his mouth was watering so horrendously, but what would he want to eat? Something supple? Sweet? Savory? Ah, so many choices and so little time! Artorias pace quickened, and after a few more long steps, and winding hallway turns. He found himself at the cafe, maids bustling about, and customers being happily served.

There was a corner he felt was perfect, and quickly braving over to it. Pulling out the rear facing chair, he sat down, and pushed himself in. With a lightly loud scrape of the legs.
Patricia
Lily, noticed the man as she made her rounds through the bustling café. Observing him scratch his chin and glance around, she couldn't help but be drawn to his intriguing presence. As her elf eyes caught sight of his backpack, curiosity piqued within her. With her usual spring in her step, Lily gracefully approached the man's corner, her colorful attire contrasting against the cafe's backdrop. Her infectious smile beamed as she stopped by his table, ready to take his order and brighten his day.

"Good day, kind sir!" She exclaimed cheerfully, her voice filled with warmth. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be in search of something delicious to satisfy your hunger. May I assist you in finding the perfect dish?"

Lily leaned slightly towards him, her delicate figure exuding a sense of care and attentiveness. Her elf eyes sparkled with curiosity as she awaited his response, eager to guide him through the plethora of choices the cafe had to offer.
Laura
Out of the corner of his eye, Arty caught glimpse of a rather curvy maid. She looked new, he'd been here awhile so he felt he had a really good memory of the maids. Lily looked cute, and she seemed very warm. A very gentle soul too. When she quickly walked up to his table, Arty sat forward attentively. 

"G'day Darlin'." He replied sweetly, his voice thickly sweet like honey. Deep, but not rough. Arty was very confident, by the way he stood up, and faced forward. Those sharp emerald eyes so focused with intent. 

'*The perfect dish..?*'

Leaning back in his chair, he scratched his chin in thought wondering what he'd like. Some tea and maybe a few cookies sounded good, no? Looking up at her with a wide smile, he placed his order. 

"Can I get a warm sweet tea, with a few cookies. Please, my love?"

Asking very sweetly, Arty's lips parted in such a charming and adorable smile. His face was very angular, beard and mustache quite well taken care of. Artorias was an incredibly handsome, pretty even, man. With gorgeously long bushy black hair. 

"Please and thank you, yeah?" 

Following up with an extra layer of politeness, she seemed kind, and the elf didn't want to come off as rude. So he figured he'd be a little nicer, to show off his very good splendor.
Patricia
Lily, enamored by the man's confident demeanor and charming smile, couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart as he referred to her as "Darlin'." Reciprocating his sweetness, she beamed even brighter and stood a little taller, ready to fulfill his request.

"Of course, my love," She replied back flirty with a small wink, her voice filled with warmth and genuine care. "A warm sweet tea and a few cookies coming right up!"

With graceful movements, Lily made her way to the countertop, her flowing twin braids bouncing with each step. As she prepared the order, her mind wandered, captivated by the man's handsome features and well-kept appearance. After pouring the tea and placing the cookies on a plate, she carefully carried the tray towards his table, excited to deliver his meal with the same grace that he exuded.

However, just as fate would have it, Lily's foot lingered in the air for a moment too long, causing her to lose her balance. The tray slipped from her hands, leaving her with a burnt knee from the spilled tea and a piece of glass embedded in her palm. She swiftly regained her composure, her determination guiding her back to the counter to prepare the order once again. She hurriedly made her way back to the man's table, a faint pant in her breath showing the speed at which she had moved.

With genuine concern in her elf eyes, Lily offered an apologetic smile as she placed the freshly prepared tea and cookies in front of him. "I'm deeply sorry for the mishap, my kind sir. I hope the slight delay hasn't inconvenienced you."

She took a moment to catch her breath before continuing. "Please enjoy your meal, and if there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll make certain that your experience here at 'Cafe and Care' is nothing short of exceptional."

Lily's genuine warmth and dedication shone through her words as she hoped to make amends for the unforeseen incident.
Laura
Leaning far right to watch her walk away, Arty's eyebrow raised along his forehead. She was well gifted, it was pretty obvious to him. The sway in her hips, and pep in her step. That Lily seemed like a very happy and pure individual, with a huff, he chuckled and leaned back in his chair. Sprawling out, stretching both arms and legs away from his body. Shirt raising up his torso slightly, beautifully sculpted abs nervously peaking out from behind. 

"Mmmm.. Can't wait, settling on something sweet was the right call." 

The man said dowry to himself, feeling prideful. His eyes never left Lily's back, tracking her like a Hawk all the way to the front counter. He stared, and stared. When she turned around, he peeled his eyes away to avoid looking like a creep. Arty did realize he was staring far too long, and in that same second he heard a crash. Watching that same Lily, come to the ground with a tumble. He had to suppress his instincts to rush to her side, because if he had gotten up- lurched forward even, Arty would've broken through the table and well.. Anything else in his way. 

Now, bouncing his right leg anxiously, he stared with concerned watching her rise to her feet. Only to immediately turn around to correct the failure, he didn't care even if it was *His*. She seemed injured, sure, he ordered warm coffee, but what if warm was hot here? 

"No.. No no! It's- it's quite alright Dove, but what about you? Are you alright?" 

Asking worriedly, his eyes glanced to her legs. And scalded one. An audible gasp of surprise escaped his lips, and Arty reached forward, those once gorgeous emeralds shifted hues to a very deep red. And his hand hummed with magical power. 

"Stay still Babes, just a sec.."

And slowly, his hand pulled back, the air between his hand and her knee wavered. As if he was pulling the excess heat right out of her. It retreated into his palm, and then Art's eyes returned to normal. 

"The burn should go away, but.. I can't do anything about the dama

Ged skin.." 

He said apologetically. Feeling awful he couldn't do more. Or didn't..
Patricia
However, a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes as Arty mentioned the damage to her skin. Lily's once cheerful expression wavered as she glanced down at her knee, now marked by the injury. She bit her lower lip, trying her best to hold back any signs of discomfort.

"It's alright," She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. "I'm used to minor accidents like this in a bustling café. The joy of serving our guests is worth any small mishap." Lily mustered a small, melancholic smile, determined not to dampen the positive atmosphere that surrounded Arty. She didn't want him to feel guilty or responsible for her injury. Pushing through the pain, she straightened her posture and regained her composure.

"I'm glad I could still deliver your order promptly," She continued, her tone returning to its usual cheery demeanor. "Please enjoy your tea and cookies, and let me know if there's anything else I can do to make your experience here even better. Your satisfaction is our top priority."

Lily's radiant smile, though slightly tinged with a hint of vulnerability.