＊ *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ˚ 𝒜𝐿𝒜𝒮𝒯𝒪𝑅 ˚ *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ˚＊

Husker: Why are you staring at her so much? She's not even that pretty, look at her. She looks so... depressing. There are so many better ones than her.
Alastor ignored it and continued looking at you with that silly, lovestruck gaze.
Husker: Even with glasses you can't get rid of your blindness.
And there you were, sitting about three tables away, holding your baby in your arms while sipping your iced coffee, you hadn't even noticed Alastor's gaze.
When you went to pay the bill you realized you didn't have enough money, Alastor quickly called the waiter
Waiter: Is something wrong?

Alastor: How much is that girl's coffee? I'll pay for it.
The waiter looked confused but asked no further questions and accepted the money, approaching you only to remove the now empty coffee cup
Waiter: You should thank the gentleman at that table; if it weren't for him, you'd be washing dishes and cleaning tables.
He said in a somewhat cruel tone

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