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As soon as ve saw what had walked through ver door, Theolanii cast a glamour on verself, disguising ver more otherworldly features. Luckily, the café wasn’t very busy at the moment and the few mystic patrons that were there looked more or less humanoid. That did little to soothe Theolanii’s sudden spike in heart rate, however. Ve held ver breath, waiting for either party to notice the other, yet no one did. The human walked right up to the counter, smile plastered on their face, completely oblivious to the precarious situation they had created.

“Good morning” they greeted cheerfully, “I haven’t seen this place around before, is it new? It’s real nice!”

Theolanii smiled shakily is return, “It’s been around for ages, but it’s been a while since we’ve had a new customer. What can I get for you today?”

The human hummed and hawed for a moment, looking at the menu, before declaring “A hazelnut mocha would be lovely, thank you. Light in the creamer, heavy on the sugar please!”

Theolanii nodded, marking down the order, before asking “For here or to go?”, desperately hoping they’d say the latter.

“For here please, I love the atmosphere and I bet that bay window will be perfect for reading!”

“So I’ve heard. A few of my regulars love it for late night writing sessions,” Theolanii said, smiling a little more, “Oh, before I forget, what name should I put for the order?” Most fae would have leaped at the chance to steal a human’s name, but Theolanii had more respect than that. They’re a paying customer, after all, ve would be a poor host to steal a name when payment is already being provided.

“Ah, right, it’s Florence,” the human, Florence, said. They paid before heading over to the previously indicated window bench as Theolanii began preparing their drink. Ve kept a wary eye on the other patrons, none of whom seemed to have sniffed out the intruder amidst them. Yet.

In a spur of the moment impulse, Theolanii cast a small glamour on Florence. Nothing drastic, just a slight alteration to make them look a little less human. Pointier ears, a brighter green to their irises. Hopefully any of the patrons with a keen sense of smell simply thought them to be a fellow mystic that spent a lot of time around humans, rather than a human themself. Theolanii didn’t want to think about what would happen if either party realised that Florence was not meant to be there.

Sighing internally, Theolanii brought the steaming mocha over to the side counter. “Hazelnut mocha for Florence!” ve called, smiling in their direction. Ve received a smile back as Florence scurried over to the counter to collect their drink. They took a sip and outright grinned, and they just looked gorgeous. Theolanii realised ve was staring and quickly closed ver slightly gaping jaw, embarrassed. Ve managed reply to their thanks, though ve couldn’t tell if it was anything coherent through the sound of blood rushing through ver ears.

Ve had to keep verself busy, so Theolanii began washing the dishes and reorganising the ingredients with a little more vigour than necessary. Anything to keep from staring at the human. Ve knew that if someone noticed ver staring, they’d start getting curious, and that would only lead to trouble. Ve didn’t know why ve was so adamant about protecting Florence, considering they were intruding on the safe place Theolanii had built specifically for non-humans, but ve was.

Maybe it was that they seemed to just be genuinely sweet. Or maybe it was that Theolanii could sense there was more to them than meets the eye. Maybe ve thought they were cute and wanted them to visit again, even though ve knew it was a terrible idea. Theolanii decided to not think about it. For all ve knew, Florence would leave the café completely oblivious and would never find their way back into the mystical world.

Ve should’ve known that’d be too simple.

You run a secret, hidden café frequented by mythical beings. One day, a human somehow finds their way to the café. They have not noticed they are the only human, nor have the other patrons noticed them. Yet.

It’s late so obviously it’s time to have some Big Feelings

Sometimes I am too loud

And I put my foot in my mouth

I say something stupid

Play it off as a joke, it’s okay

But there is one thing that I have always had trouble saying

I’m not sure when I last said “I love you”

I think it, easily, and I feel it

But I can never form the words in a way that others can know

I’m sure I could write it if I tried

But it never feels right

I think the last time I said it

Was as a closing statement to a phone call

But I don’t think it counts

It’s too quick, too perfunctory

Half the time it isn’t even heard

Said too late to matter

I don’t know why I have such trouble with it

I want to but I can’t

So I don’t

And it’s upsetting, to me alone, sure

But I have enough frustration

To make up for for their lack

There are plenty of ways to show love

To make it known

So I employ those instead

Actions often speak louder than words

But even still

Words can be plenty loud on their own

I call myself a poet

Someone who can paint with metaphors

Weave rhymes to make a tapestry of syllables

And yet three little words allude me

Stuck on the tip of my tongue

The edge of my pen

I’ll blame it on the autism