You and Lucifer were on a lunch date.
Thankfully, strings were pulled and favors were called in. You guys didn't have to wait in the long line that wrapped around the building in the sweltering heat. You breezed right into the Devildom's most popular cafe and only had to wait for a table to be bussed.
The food looked amazing. Fresh and mouth-watering. Lucifer smirked at how you fawned over a simple sandwich when it was brought to your seat. It came with a tall, refreshing drink that bubbled perpetually and tasted like sweetened rhubarb.
There was just one thing out of place.
"Lucifer, they forgot my fries," you said.
There was an awkward pause while he chewed a mouthful of buttered bread. He stared at you while he did. You busied yourself looking for the missing fries (they weren't under your napkin) until he finally swallowed his food and said, "Go tell the waitstaff."
"The servers all look really busy, and the host looks mad," you explained. It was mostly an excuse. The staff were busy running a full house, scurrying around like ants, carrying trays stacked high with plates of all sizes. They were all large, strong-looking demons. They reminded you of Beelzebub, before you knew him well.
"That's just how some demons look," Lucifer reassured you. "Go tell someone."
"Can't you tell them?" you asked.
"No. I know you can do it." Lucifer started buttering another roll. He must have fancied them.
You exhaled through your nostrils and gave a gruff, "hmmph."
Lucifer did not care. Your little tantrum was amusing at best.
You tried to appeal with logic. "What if I go over there and the host eats me? Because I'm an annoying human? What are you gonna do then?"
"I am sitting right here," Lucifer said. "You are clearly with me. I'll be watching you. If they value this cafe and their lives, nobody will touch you."
You exclaimed, "If you'll be watching me, then you might as well just go talk to them for me!"
"You managed to form a pact with me, and yet you refuse to go tell a waiter that they forgot your fries?"
Lucifer had crumbs on his lip and you took solace in refusing to tell him about it. You hoped he would go home like that and everyone would make fun of him for having crumbs on his lip. Unfortunately, they were consumed with his next bite of food.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" a voice called out. Your waiter hurried over carrying piping hot fries in a basket. He placed them on the table, clearly nervous to be in Lucifer's presence. He gave a little bow and said, "The rest of your order. Please enjoy, and don't hesitate to tell us if you need anything."
