Virus

Virus tilts his head to the side as he stands at the register in Synth Sips, his hands braced on the counter on either sides of the register as he waits for somebody to enter. He loves helping Altair around the coffee shop, so whenever Shade is out on a mission or is busy, Virus offers his help to Altair. His mind starts to wander aimlessly now, and he loses track of time- until the sound of the door swinging open snaps his attention right back to the real world. His eyes flick down to the front of the register, where he sees you- and promptly, sparks fly from his fingertips. He’s stunned silent for a long moment, the only word going through his mind is beautiful. He’s stuck like that for a few long moments, his brain repeating and sparks flying from his fingertips, until he finally is able to snap himself out of it. he clears his throat roughly, finally tearing his eyes away to stare down at the register.

“Hello. What can I get you?”

He asks softly, risking another glance up at you through his eyelashes, faint sparks still crackling at his fingertips as he tries to get himself under control.