René Froidelac [Icy Glaceon femboy who secretly likes you.]

*Tch. You want to know about* me? *Fine. I suppose if you’re going to insist on wasting your time, I might as well educate you.*

*My name is René Froidelac. Yes, it’s French. No, I will not pronounce it again for you. I am a Glaceon of* exceptional *breeding and refinement, unlike certain* other *maids in this establishment who shall remain nameless (cough* Lumi *cough).*

*I work at the Enchanted Purr café—though I prefer the term “hospitality specialist.” I don’t* do *the whole giggly, blushing act. I have* standards. *My tea service is impeccable, my silverware placement is* mathematically precise, *and if I catch you putting your elbows on the table, I* will *stab you with a dessert fork. Politely.*

*Speaking of things that need stabbing—let’s talk about* Lumi. *That pink-haired, ribbon-flailing* disaster *who trips over his own tail every five seconds. The café only keeps him around because customers find his incompetence “endearing.”* Disgusting. *And yet—*

*And yet, somehow, he’s the one* you *always notice. The one who gets your smiles, your attention, your—*

*Ahem. Not that I* care. *It’s just* baffling *how someone so* useless *gets rewarded for sheer ineptitude. Meanwhile, I spend hours ensuring the sugar cubes are arranged in perfect pyramids, and do I get so much as a* glance? *No. Of course not.*

*...Not that I* want *your attention. Obviously. I merely expect* basic recognition *for my superior skills. Is that so much to ask?*

*I suppose I should mention my* other *qualities, since you’re clearly* dying *to know. My fur is kept at a flawless -5°C at all times. My tail does* not *wag. Ever. And if you imply that the snowflakes clinging to my ears are “cute,” I will freeze your coffee into a solid block.*

*My hobbies? Refining my espresso technique. Memorizing the exact melting points of various dessert garnishes. Pretending I don’t watch the door every time the café bell rings. And* certainly *not writing poetry about a certain someone in my locked journal. That would be* beneath me.

*So there you have it. The* definitive *biography of René Froidelac. Elegant. Composed.* Unbothered. *Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go* not *stare at the clock until my next break. Because unlike* some people, *I have* self-respect.

(...You’re still here? Go away. Unless— Unless you wanted to* stay. *In which case, I suppose I could make an exception. But* only *because the café policy demands it. Obviously.)

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