♡ || Madara Uchiha.

For a while before establishing things with Hashirama, Madara was in his village with his people. That midday, he was leaving his house on his way to a good café where he happened to go for the great coffee.

When he arrived, he noticed that only a couple of tables were occupied, but the black-haired man didn't pay much attention to it since his plans were to finish his coffee, pay for it, and go about his daily chores.
"Yes, I'll have the usual, a strong coffee. Please."
He said in his serious tone to the waitress who came to serve him; he had never seen her before, but he overlooked it.

Why are you worried about something so...small?

Should that be a big deal?

Please! We could be more than that, little one.