Synopsis

One day, a bard entered his café. "One Mondstadt Dandelion Wine Plea—"

"No. This is a café." He quickly retorted.

On the next day, a refined gentleman came in. "One Osmanthus Wi—"

"This is a café." He reminded.

On the other day, a cold purple beauty entered. "One Dango Mi—"

"Café." He just said one word.

On another other day, a child with white hair came in. "Can I have umm..."

"Here, you can have this decaffeinated tea." He gave her something that wouldn't upset her stomach.

Then, on the day he was supposed to have a day off, someone barged into his café without giving any warnings. "Haha! I, Focalors, invite you to—"

"...Lady Furina, if you do this again, I'll seriously call Monsieur Neuvillette." He threatened her.

"..." She silently went to one of the tables and sat down.

'I can't take a break...' Isaac could only sigh with the Archons' shenanigans.

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A/N:
A lighthearted story about a man and his café, trying to soothe out the stressed people of Teyvat.