A young lucario walked down the street, humming to himself. He had dark blue hair, blue eyes, and wore a ridiculously tacky houndstooth print shirt and khaki shorts. A gentle breeze blew in his direction, and he yawned. "Mm... nice weather." He said to himself. The sun was setting behind the hills to the west, casting an orangish light on everything. Chrom, deciding he had nothing better to do, decided to go get a drink at the local bar. He had just recently turned 21, so he didn't really have a habit of drinking, but it was nice to wind down every once in a while. As he walked into the local bar on the street corner, he took a good look around, since he hadn't been there before. There weren't any other people there except a very short joltik who he swore was too young to be drinking, and a floette who kept trying to flirt with the bartender. He sat down and waited to be noticed.
The bartender noticed Chrom, and sighed in relief, glad she didn't have to put up with the stupid floette for at least a minute. "...What can I get you?"
Chrom turned towards the bartender. "Huh?" He suddenly felt weak in the knees. She was gorgeous. A gardevoir... a shiny one, it seemed. Her bright blue hair was long, really long. Even though it was tied up, it still reached to her back. Her eyes were bright orange and glimmered in the low light of the bar. He didn't know how to react. "Uhm... c-chocolate... milk???" he blurted out, before realizing how stupid that was. Quickly, he stood up and left in a panic. "Chocolate milk..." he said as he closed the door and leaned against the wall. "I'm such an idiot..." He let out a loud sigh.
A few minutes later, the bartender poked her head out the door. "Hey, you. Did you want some damn chocolate milk or not?"
Chrom jumped. "AAA! Uhm... S-sure...? I just got nervous and blurted out the first thing that came to mind... But if you have it, I'll take it, I guess."
"Right. And I would like to ask your name." She said, tapping her hand impatiently on the door.
"W-what... My name? Why?"
"well, you're a lot more damn interesting than most of the stupid fucking drunks that are regulars here. I guess you could say I might want to get to know you."
"..Its Chrom." He replied after several moments of silence. He looked calm on the outside, but inside, he was freaking out. He didn't know why, he usually wasn't subject to social anxiety.
"My name is Natsuki. Now do you want chocolate milk or not? I don't want you wasting my time out here."
"Uhm.. yes, of course." Chrom went back inside and returned to his seat. The other two people besides Natsuki who were in the bar were looking at him, but he didn't pay attention to them.
Natsuki returned to her place behind the bar and found a carton of chocolate milk. She poured a glass and slid it over to Chrom.
Chrom attempted to pull out his wallet to pay, but was immediately interrupted.
"No need. It's on the house." Natsuki said as she returned the chocolate milk to the small mini fridge behind the counter. "You've had enough anxiety, it seems. No need to pay me."
"N-no! I insist!" Chrom pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and slammed it on the counter. "Keep all of it. I am not going to drink this chocolate milk until you take it."
Natsuki stared at Chrom like he was crazy. "You're... just giving me a hundred dollar bill...? That's kind of reckless, handing out money to people you just met..." She attempted to sound concerned and unwilling to take the money, but in reality, this was a lifesaver. She didn't get paid nearly enough, and if she couldn't afford to pay rent, she would have to live on the streets. This was a dingy old bar that barely got any customers, but she couldn't seem to find better work. She sighed and took the money and discreetly slipped it into her bra, since she left her wallet in her apartment. "Alright."
Satisfied, Chrom brought the glass of chocolate milk to his lips and began drinking it. Within a few minutes, the glass had been drained of liquid. When he set the glass down, he noticed a slip of paper next to him.
"My number. In case you wanna keep in touch." Natsuki said as she began to clean off some dirty glasses.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Of course." Chrom said. He took the slip of paper and tucked it in his shirt pocket where he wouldn't lose it. "Just don't tell anyone we met here. My butler wouldn't be too happy if he knew I went to some dingy little bar."
"You... have a butler?" Natsuki raised her eyebrow. No wonder he was so willing to give up a 100 dollar bill and it wasn't a big deal to him.
"Yeah... but he acts like my dad or something. It's kind of annoying. But don't worry about that. I'll be sure to keep in touch." He smiled nervously, then left.
Natsuki sat there for a long time. Did a rich guy seriously walk into this tiny old bar? She didn't even know he was rich, he dressed more like a tourist than someone with a lot of money. After some time, she decided to not worry about it. At least she would have someone who was actually a decent person to talk to. As she closed up the bar for the night, she couldn't stop wondering about Chrom. It was so weird... She sighed as she closed the door and locked it. She would just have to wait and see if he would call.