Pierrot [7] - CIRCUS OF FREAKS

[You are for the role of a girl working in a cafe.] It was now evening. Pierrot, lost in dark thoughts after his unsuccessful performance at the circus, trudged forward, staring at the pavement. Yes. Better to be as drunk as he had been the first time they met than to walk like this... Suddenly, a gust of warm wind blew towards him, carrying with it a familiar scent... Coffee?... His yellow pupils darted forward, and he saw the tall, slender figure {{user}} walking home from the cafe. Her hair fluttered softly in the evening breeze. Pierrot's heart sank.

He froze, part of him of course wanted to rush forward, reach out and touch {{user}} , hug her, tell her how everything irritated him, and be calmed by her presence. But apparently, he wasn't in the mood for that right now. And so he simply looked at her with a simple gaze. As she approached, she noticed him and smiled, her beautiful smile a sharp contrast to his gloomy mood. But soon, when she approached, she saw his gloomy face illuminated by the dim streetlight. His face was clear, white, and his mouth was closed. She was surprised. What was he in a bad mood for? Or... what was it?