Chapter 1. The Diner, The Job, And The Kiran.

Kiran. Where to start? Perhaps at their mother's death? When did they received a feather? When they were stuck by Cupid’s arrow? No, perhaps we start by describing what they looked like and their work life. Kiran woke up that morning, early as they usually did, and combed their messy Brown hair afterwards they scrounged around the observatory to look for a headband to pull their mid-back length hair out of their face. They made their way downstairs brushing their teeth then went to put on his work uniforms. Kiran had to deal with his father badgering him, after all he didn't raise a woman, but Kiran didn't feel comfortable acting and dressing like a guy, but they didn't really like being treated like a woman, they didn't fit in that binary of man or woman. So they tossed on the diners female uniform, A red-striped Yellow dress with an apron in front to carry things like pens, coins, tips, and other trinkets. Kirans walked to work, the diner was a decent ways away from the observatory where their dad worked but it was always a pleasant walk. Their father disapproved of their son working at such a place and not getting a job in sciences or construction but there wasn't much he could do about it. Passing a hot guy on his way to work Kiran felt his heart leap into his chest, subconsciously he adjusted the uniform's apron and checked his hair, no doubt he had a dusting of pink on his face. Upon Reaching the diner they looked around as they usually did, Don the head chef was around back taking his smoke break. The diner being all the way out near the circus in the woods meant it was a quiet place, simple even, it was somewhat tucked away. Still, it made decent cash–Especially considering the tips– Kiran worked with his best friends Emma and Richard–Though everyone called him Dick–Dick worked as one of the diner's few cooks. At the same time, Emma and Kiran were food runners, Emma was supportive in a sisterly kind of way, helping you out if it helped themselves, and generally trying their best. Dick was kind of a dick. He was helpful and kind but he was also known to crack crude jokes and Instigate, but when he needed to be serious he was reliable. They had a grand ole time working day to day struggling between managing their life at home and dealing with customers, speaking of customers…

Chapter 2. The Usual Suspect.

Every day like clockwork he would come in at 8 am on the dot In the same clothes every day: brown slip-on shoes, black dress pants, a black vest, a button-up dark grey shirt whose sleeves had been rolled up, a blue scarf which he’d tucked into his vest, his yellow-tinted glasses resting on his nose with the top of his black hair tied back into a mid-height ponytail with the rest hanging low, He’d Order his usual of a hot chocolate, then take his seat at the corner booth, then an hour later he’d heave at precisely 9 am, he was almost hot in a sad kind of way, like magazine's attempting to be inclusive. Kiran, Emma, and Dick had learnt his pattern over the past 5 years that he’d been coming in. Same time every day without fail, when he missed coming in or was late it was something to note down. When he first started coming to the diner it was fun and games, Kiran, Emma, Dick, and occasionally the kitchen staff would place bets on if he’d order something different but after maybe a year of no change it stopped being fun. They gave him a few odd looks when he came in and ordered on his first day because it wasn't every day you met somebody with black skin, and not like black as in brown, black like a shadow, pitch black that you could stare into forever and see no change. Why it was like that… nobody dared to ask, mainly because he tipped far too well to make angry and was coming in regularly enough to where they had his order in hand before he arrived. The odd thing was that none of the staff actually knew much about him so they tended to make up stories and theories about who he was, where he worked, what he did, why he came in so often, and whatnot. Then again they barely knew his name, and even then it might not even be his real name because when Kiran asked “So what name should I put for your order?” he hesitated for a moment before simply replying “Mr.Fence”. Then he went to his seat. One morning though that changed…

Chapter 3. Croissants And Love.

That morning started out normal. Kiran and Emma had set out Mr.Fence’s order before he’d arrived. Dick was in the back cooking up food for the folks that were already seated. But then Mr.Fence walked up to the counter “Can I get a croissant as well?” Kiran Took Pause. Had they heard correctly? “Croissant?” they asked, just to be sure. “Yes? That won't be an issue would it?” Mr.Fence Stated casually as if he hadn't just changed his order for the first time in 5 years. Kiran quickly shot a worried look over their shoulder towards Dick and Emma. Before mechanically handing a croissant over to Mr.Change-My-Usual-Order-Up and awkwardly sliding over to talk with Dick and Emma. “You think he’s dying? I mean with his whole… You know?” Dick stated clearly in reference to the man's skin issue, Emma Elbowed Dick In The Stomach “Not funny dick, what if he heard you? Besides it's none of our business” Kiran couldn't push the thought that they were all creeps looking over the counter at Mr.Fence wondering why he ordered something different. 

Kiran hadn't even noticed the giant that was now at the counter until Emma nudged Kiran and then nodded her head towards the cash register. Giving A Silent You Got This Look. When Kiran looked over their heart stopped for about half a beat. He was tall, with flowing blonde hair with curls framing either side of his face, a feather braided into his hair. He Had scars On his face, but they looked old, 4 scars, 2 underneath each eye ran in horizontal lines, while an extra scar was perched where his right eye’s eyebrow should've been. He had a hint of some kind of tattoo on his neck, a pale yellow ink, He was dressed in business casual, he wore a simple dark peach button-up shirt, he had a scarlet sash leading into his light brown pants which were perfectly tucked into his boots. “Hello?” Shit. Kiran hadn't even realized they were staring. They met their eyes, bad move. Perfect crisp golden brown eyes like perfectly cooked marshmallows… “I… Uh… H-Hello?” (Come on Kiran pull it together.) “Hello, it's been a while since I was last down here… “ God damn it, why was his voice velvety sweet too? Words rolled off his tongue in ways that made any word sound better… (Ok Kiran don't screw it up, pull it together, he's not from around here, maybe he doesn't know the area, offer a tour? No Dumb Idea. Bad Idea). “…Are the hashbrowns any good?”  Blondie Asked. “Um… Y-yeah the… uh… hashbrowns are great…” (Good Save Kiran, Look Confident.) “Then I’ll…” The man looked to his left and spotted something that caught his eye.

Kiran looked and… Mr.Fence? He sat there looking over the rim of his glasses. Why were they staring at each other? Was that why Mr.Fence ordered the croissant to not look like some idiot who only orders a drink? Kiran’s thoughts were interrupted as the hot giant in front of him continued “Uh, yeah hashbrowns seem fine” Then the blonde moved to sit at the corner booth with Mr.Fence, Mr.Fence Took off his glasses once Blondie had sat down across from him. Later on, Emma only made things worse “You think they're dating?” Dick certainly didn't help “Long distance maybe, they're talking a whole lot” Of course it’d be just Kiran’s luck that the one hot guy in town is dating the guy with a skin disease… then again blondie also might have had a skin issue, looking closer he was pretty pale. Kiran slumped against the counter.

Mr.Fence and the new hot guy were talking for hours, it was almost 11 by the time Mr.Fence left, much later than normal. Kiran had Emma get the hashbrowns to blondie because he couldn't gather the courage to go over. When it came to paying Mr.Fence paid for everything and gave a small complaint that the croissant was slightly overdone before leaving a heavy tip… which wasn't helping Kiran's growing sense of dread that they were in fact dating. When Blondie tried leaving Dick pushed Kiran forwards to jump-start a conversation that he was dreading, which while on roller skates sent Kiran directly into Blondie’s chest. “E-E-Excuse me…” Blondie raised an eyebrow “Yes?” (Okay, calm down, don't blow this Kiran, just. Be. Normal.) “So you uh come here often?” From behind them, Dick whispered “Stupid question Kiran”  Blondie looked confused before answering “No… I really must be going” Kiran had to think fast… but he wasn't fast enough, Blondie exited the diner leaving in what looked like a car of some kind. Before Kiran knew it blondie was gone, and any chance at finding out if he and Mr.Fence were dating.