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Miles Edgeworth has been told by detective Gumshoe that he should go to the new cafe that had opened down the street from the prosecutors office. It was a quaint little thing, with warm lighting and comfortable seating. After work one day, he decided to give the place a visit.
The parking lot was practically non-existent, and what was there was already full. He settled on parking a block away on the sidewalk, a little walking never hurt anybody. The cafe was sandwiched between two other buildings, painted a sage green with white accents. It was nice, with a calm atmosphere unlike the rest of the bustling city. Edgeworth walked in hesitantly, thinking of what to order.
Tea, I'm feeling tea. …Would they even serve tea here? And what sort? Darjeeling? Black? Oh, decisions, decisions…
“...Sir? Sir, what can I get for you?” the man behind the counter asked, snapping Edgeworth out of his thoughts.
“Um, I, well- verily, I-” he stammered over his words, freezing as he looked up at the man. “C-coffee. Black. And, um, a- a croissant. Please.” He managed, trying not to stare at the man. He was very pretty. Not quite as tall as himself, and he had black hair, formed back into spikes. He was tan, a hint of stubble on his chin, with beautiful blue-brown eyes to match. And, were those freckles dusting his cheeks?!
“Aaaalright, that’ll be six-forty five.” The man responded, causing Edgeworth’s heart to flutter. “You can stand over there,” He nodded to the side, “It’ll be done in just a minute. …Oh, could I get a name? To put on your cup,” the man looked up, “Yes! Miles! Miles Edgeworth. And… and yours?”
Why did you say that, idiot?! Why can’t you be normal for once?! “Phoenix. Here you go,” the man – phoenix, – chuckled, handing Edgeworth his coffee and pastry. “You’re dressed fancy,” the shorter man rested his elbows on the counter, “you work at the prosecutors office or something? We get a lot of guys from there. One came in yesterday, she hit poor old Larry for getting her name wrong,” Phoenix smirked, looking over to a blond man idly eating a pastry. “Hm. You would be referring to my sister, Franziska, I assume,” Edgeworth snorted, the blond spinning around with a nervous expression.
“Well, I really should get going…” he looked at his watch, realizing his dog Pess would likely be whining for food right about now. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Edgeworth,” Phoenix waved, “See you around.”
"Um, you as well." Edgeworth nodded as he left.