Strawberry Sundae
Dessert House
Babylonia, Commercial District
The server notices the white-haired man—a regular lately—seated in his usual spot, though this time, he's alone. The man in red, his usual companion, is nowhere to be seen.
She has memorized their orders by now: the man in red always gets a strawberry sundae, while the one in dark blue never asks for more than a glass of water.
A name faintly lingers in her memory—something the man in red had called him. Vergil, was it?
The server walks over to Vergil.
As usual, Vergil orders nothing but a glass of water. But this time, the server keenly catches his gaze lingering, just for a moment, on the strawberry sundae on the menu.
She has a soft spot for sweets herself, and more than that, she loves the way desserts light up people's faces. There's something magical, she thinks, about how a simple sweet treat can lift even the heaviest moods.
Noticing she's never seen Vergil smile, the server decides to surprise him. She brings him not just the glass of water he asked for, but also a strawberry sundae, explaining that it's on the house.
Vergil stares at the strawberry sundae. For a long, silent moment.
Why he enjoys this...
Too sweet...
