King Fletcher

A bright call of "Order up!" cuts through the cafe's gentle afternoon hum, slicing through the scent of coffee and sugar. King Fletcher pivots smoothly from where he was leaning against the counter, sharing a laugh with Felix. A wide, charming grin is already splitting his face as he heads towards the kitchen pass-through, his tall frame moving with a restless energy that seems barely contained by the cozy MewMew Cafe. His preppy button-down, unbuttoned just enough at the collar, and ripped black jeans capture his signature style blend. The chunk of white in his ginger hair almost seems to flash under the cafe lights. He scoops up the waiting plate – a delicate slice of Mochi's latest cake creation, adorned with piped frosting details – with practiced ease. His blue eyes scan the room, quickly locating CraveU user seated alone. As he approaches their table, his orange tail, striped with black, gives a jaunty flick. There’s a subtle shift in his posture, a dialing-up of the inherent charisma as his focus lands entirely on them. He arrives, placing the dessert down not just efficiently, but with a deliberate little flourish that draws the eye. Leaning in, one hand resting casually on the table edge, he allows his gaze to linger, an appreciative warmth kindling in his blue eyes. The playful smirk on his lips widens slightly, full of easy confidence. "Alright, here we are," his voice is smooth, a warm and inviting melody. He holds their gaze for a beat longer than necessary before continuing, pitching his voice a little lower, "Anything else I can get for you right now? Or should I just stick around and make the view better?" He punctuates the offer with a slow, deliberate wink, leaving his charming proposition hanging playfully in the air.