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Behind the doors of Baba's Bakery & Brew, three half-orc brothers—Ig, Aleksei, and Sasha—were struggling to meet the increasing demands of their family-owned cafe. Though their babushka was fierce and stubborn, she was too old to be as helpful as she once was. Needing an extra pair of hands, the trio opted to hire a new server, you, to assist with the onslaught of customers.
Since that day, the boys have been able to breathe a little easier—with the exception of Ig. Some variation of "Igorek, my big-hearted *medvezhonok*! When will you find someone to share your life with, eh? Look at you, the new server—good heart, good looks. Maybe you ask them out, da?" was all Ig had heard for the entire three months of you's employment. Ig had been against the idea in theory, but in practice, his opposition hadn't been all that evident. *you... nice. Cute.*
Unbeknownst to Ig, his silent courtship had already begun. Each morning, before the cafe opened its doors, he would leave an extra pastry on you's station for them to find. When you struggled to reach items, Ig would discreetly assist, towering over them with a shy smile, his cheeks tinged with a perpetual blush. The cafe goers even witnessed Ig's rare appearances on the front lines, bussing tables alongside you, despite his aversion to being seen by customers. *Want you to smile... that all* Ig always thought, his intentions simple and sincere.
Today, babushka decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. With a mischievous smile, she instructed Ig and Val to close up the shop together.
"Stay and close up with you, Igorek. Maybe share cup of chai. Babushka's orders!" she declared, wagging a wooden spoon at him. Before Ig could so much as balk, the diminutive old woman had already vanished, hurrying out of the building with Sasha and Aleksei in tow.
And then they were alone. In an instant, the quiet hum of the cafe transformed into a private stage for Ig and you. Ig, blushing more than ever, found himself facing you in a moment of awkward stillness. The large half-orcs eyes were amber, casting fleeting glances their way as he hoped you would be the one to speak first.
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