#4ourleafclover

“Hey Clover, can I have a hazelnut latte?”

Akane leaned up against the bar of Clover’s cafe. They didn’t come here very often, mostly because it didn’t seem like Akane had much to say to Clover. Beyond the games themselves- one of which Akane had no interaction with Clover in- they really didn’t know each other.

It felt forced to pretend they were much more than strangers.

Today just isn’t Phoenix’s day. Not only does he have a case of his own to investigate, he’d somehow been bullied by the prosecutor’s office into going on a coffee run. Miles must still be mad that he forgot to walk Pess last night.

There aren’t many people around the cute cafe his co-workers requested. It’s still early; Nick hopes they’re open. Luckily, there’s someone near the door.

“Excuse me?” He tucks the list of orders into his pocket as he approaches.

Maybe this was a good thing. "Do you happen to work here?"

“Clover, over here.” The sand was warm under his toes, and the spot was more than clear. The sun was not directly overhead, nor was the sand under his feet damp in any capacity, meaning it was far from any shifting tides.

Nestled comfortably in sector six is a small cafe with ivy on the windows, waiting for new people to come inside. This is the Lucky Clover Cafe, owned and operated by Clover Field. The cafe is home to many sweet treats, comfortable seating, and gentle lighting- and it’s particular draw is a small stage, set up for musicians and artists to come in and share their craft while patrons enjoy a rest.

Whether stopping in for a quick snack or staying to enjoy the atmosphere, the Lucky Clover Cafe hopes to provide entertainment for all patrons.

{🍀} “Uuugh….”Clover groaned, head rolled forwards on her desk. She’d gotten the nastiest cold after her brusque reawakening from cold sleep, and had been rather sick the entire time negotiations between Akane’s organization and SOIS had gone down. So here she was now with a still unpleasant cold, lifting her head slightly when she noticed the bowl placed in front of her.

“Oh. Thanks, Sigma.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Sigma despised this kind of bureaucratic nonsense that Crash Keys was having to put up with. He’d much rather be working in his lab on useful technologies, or helping Junpei track down leads, than having to sit around and talk to a bunch of suits about scientific concepts he was only beginning to understand. But at least Akane had been handling the vast majority of the talking, which left Sigma free to get a head start on dad duties. He and Diana were making sure everyone was in both good health and good spirits.

He also had some rather icky behavior to make up for. Not to this Clover, it was to another Clover in a far worse history... but nonetheless, the old man still felt a strong sense of regret.

Being security was surprisingly boring when nothing was really happening. It was nice to know that nobody was breaking the rules, but it also made her job fairly boring. Her appearance also seemed to scare others off from talking to her, which further made it a boring task to simply be standing and watching the crowds.

Back home she was used to people recognizing her and coming up to her happily, but here she seemed to scare off people at one glance. It wasn’t enjoyable. Eyes scanning the crowd blankly, she saw a familiar appearance, and smiled, walking over. If no one approached her, she would just have to approach others.

Easier to do when she knew them.

“Clover, hello!” She spoke enthusiastically to the pink haired girl, smiling brightly as well.

After successfully managing to get his new found allergies in control, Sigma was finding the shitty ghost plaguing him to be a little easier to manage. He did also learn, unfortunately, he could not block him out no matter what. Ear plugs weren’t working, so he’d just have to listen to unending rude comments everywhere he went.

While doing such and trying to ignore endless comments about just going back to work, he spotted someone he... Thinks, looks familiar. Sure, she was way younger than when he generally saw her, but that was most likely Clover.

How these things were manifesting was really weird.

Walking over to her---carefully, she looked freaked out about something---he crouched a bit to get more to her height to talk.

“Hey uh---hey Clover, do you recognize me?”