#mavwriting

// note: sorry if my writing isnt the best!! this is a lazy fic so… :3

ayame is a jewelery maker, and akane is a bartender 🫶

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ayame sat at the counter of the empty bar quietly. she was waiting. patiently.

her meeting with people online was a completely new concept to her, but she already had high hopes.. being invited to a bar by the owner of said bar..? it was impressive. right before she begun to grow impatient- the door behind the counter opened. “-Hey! You’re real early..!”

the bartender chuckled awkwardly, clearly not exactly prepared to be in the presence of someone else. “I don’t believe i’ve seen your face yet. you are…?”

“ayame.”

ayame smiled warmly, crossing her arms. the other girl’s eyes lit up. “really?! You’re so pretty..! i can’t believe I’ve never seen you before..” the bartender flushed, grabbing a few of the older glasses off of the bar.

this other girl was akane. of course, additionally known as t1ara on social media. even if akane didn’t already post countless selfies in their chat, she was the one who invited everyone. not to mention her personality shined through just as much offline than online.. her casual embarrassment over ayame being an early bird..

it could only make her keep her smile on her face… as she admired the bartender from afar. (2 feet)

“..yeah! i’m not the most active. you’d be surprised with how much i read rather than write to the group chat…”

akane held up a finger, quickly moving the empty and used glasses to the back. she returns, a new glass in her hand.

“would you like anything to drink..?”

a drink..? oh right. it wasn’t called a bar for nothing. ayame passed anything alcoholic. it just wasn’t for her.

“…..do you have juice? i dont drink that much.. believe it or not.”

“..mmyes! there’s only orange juice out though. i figured a few people would hold off on it. is that okay..?”

the bartender seemed a little intimidated,, at least from what ayame could see. it was a pretty normal thing for people to end up feeling that way around her.

she wished it wasn’t. she wanted to speak freely with akane. that’s what they did online..

of course, she would end up being a little hypocritical- she wasn’t going to risk saying anything out of line. a social media group chat was a lot different than real life.. and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with akane..

but jeez…

“orange juice is fine!”

ayame lightly chuckled, deciding to act completely unbothered. orange juice is good! she eagerly waited as her glass was poured, unaware of how many times akane had glanced at her.

“you must be quite the professional. i really admire this set up you have here…” akane blushed further at the compliment, handing ayame her glass. she seemed ecstatic…

“thank you!! i really spent a lot of time keeping it clean. some of my regulars are quite the hogs. i wanted everyone to enjoy it here, without worrying about outsiders.”

hopefully akane didn’t burden herself too much. ayame wasn’t exactly confident in the abilities of their soon to arrive friends. having access to a group chat where the biggest alcoholics stay..? you see things. she figured this place was bound to get messed up… she’ll inevitably help clean it.

the two stood in silence as ayame took sips of her drink and akane finished preparing the bar, really pushing it past exceeding standards… once the bartender finished, she looked at ayame again, really unable to trail her eyes away.

“….”

“ahah.. i’m sorry. i just. i’m a little out of it, and you really look so…”

akane proceeded to take in ayame’s outfit: a slim maroon dress. a jacket for the wind outside. plenty of golden jewelry. she looked..

really hot. but akane had no idea how she was supposed to admit this in person.

“you’re just really beautiful. hahaha.. i’m so sorry, ayame….”

ayame felt. slightly awkward, but with no one else around… it was really flattering! having someone like akane honestly complimenting her so much..

it was exactly how she acted online… maybe there was no need to worry about them being too tense..

before she’s even able to react to the praise she’d been receiving, the door to the bar itself swings open. the two spare eachother one last smile at each other before the night began, and ayame turns a little red, mouthing something.