(A/N: I've been thinking about a story involving me and cake for a while, but now with a ship Existing, I think I can combine it in.)
Scarlett looked around at the busy diner. A dusty sign hung to her right, Seat Yourself. Kids in the kid section kept throwing ridiculous food combinations at each other: mash potatoes with hamburger mixed it, french fries soaked in soy sauce, a whole ramen bowl...
In the not-kid section (well, one couldn't call it an adult section, as a couple of teen sat at one of the tables), all the tables had someone at them. Scarlett sighed. She hoped for a solo table, but those hopes were gone. Unless she was fine with a soda fry to the face.
She began walking down the aisle, looking at each table in turn: a couple smooching, one of them looking like they were the bird-god Thoth; a family with teens having a nice steak dinner; a bunch of face-stealers taking selfies with their newest catches, a long-haired teen staring at their phone.
Scarlett paused at that table. There sat, in the middle of the table, a vanilla cake with pretty, pure white frosting. It wasn't even touched. The person sat, typing on their phone white it was horizontal. Scarlett noticed it was Discord.
Mathcat: Oh gods, that's horrible.
Goodmodaddict: It gets worst.
Mathcat: I was worried you were gonna say that.
Scarlett blinked. "kA?" she asked.
Kittyauthor looked up, their eyes ambery, their lips in a small smile. "Hello. Who are you?"
"Scarlett?" she replied.
"Scarlett. The gal who used to be Midnight," Kittyauthor said. "It's nice seeing you here."
"Do you mind if I sit?" Scarlett asked, pointing to the seat across from them. "There's nowhere else to."
"Go ahead," they responded, shrugging. "No one else is coming, so... yeah. Go ahead." They smiled; it didn't reach their eyes.
"Thanks," Scarlett said. She sat down, looking at the vanilla cake in envy. Kittyauthor looked up from their phone briefly.
"Go ahead," they said, "I don't like cake anyways."
"Why did you buy yourself a whole cake, then?" Scarlett asked. She grabbed the cake knife and cut a slice, then transferred it to her plate. It had been set for... Scarlett counted for a moment. "Four," Scarlett said.
"Yes," kA said. "I had expected some friends to join me, but they didn't, so..." They shrugged their shoulders and acted like they weren't affected by it. Scarlett got the feeling this happened often.
"Well, I'm here," Scarlett said. "Don't I count?"
"You're too pretty to be friends with ugly lil' me," they responded. They looked at their phone, sighed, then swiped something away before setting it down. "Geema's sporking a bad Transformers fic. Rather not be a part of that." They smiled and shrugged
"You're not ugly," Scarlett said. "You're pretty. You have long hair that I envy, a pretty face, pretty smile..."
"But my teeth are yellow," they responded, blushing. "I'm not that pretty."
"Trust me, you are," Scarlett said. "Now, is there a dessert you like? I can order it for you." She took put her fork and began carving the slice of cake into pieces.
"Nah, not a fan of sweets," kA responded. "I'm fan of mac & cheese-"
"Hello," the waiter said abruptly, "do you want something to drink?" He was turned towards her. It was her response.
"A glass of water, and could I have some mac & cheese?" Scarlett asked.
"Most certainly. I'll be back in a few," the waiter said. He walked off.
"You didn't have to do that," kA said.
"Ah, but I did," Scarlett said. She smiled. "You're pretty and nice. You deserve it, and don't deserve to be abandoned by friends."
kA smiled.
For the rest of the time there, Kittyauthor and Scarlett talked about the most random of things and enjoyed what they had for food. Scarlett got a cake out of it, and another friend.
And Scarlett was sure that Kittyauthor got a friend as well.
And done. Sorry about the lack of hunor, I wanted to write something humor-ish but this half-angst half-fluff thing was what I wrote instead. I hope it isn't creepy!
I'm sorry for not writing something funny, but I hope you enjoyed reading it nonetheless.
-kA, who is half-soaked by rain because they were writing this at the bus stop.