The chime over the door tinkled. A moment later, a thud. Lukas peeked out of the kitchen to find you, large packing box at your feet, grinning at him.
"Where do you need me?"
You're the light, you're the night
You're the colour of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
He stepped out, still clad in a flour-dusted apron, a spot of white on his snowy cheeks. As he surveyed the bare walls of the shop, he waved a hand at random.
You're the fear, I don't care
Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
Your eyes followed his motion. The soon-to-be cafe was a patchwork of Tino's gentle blue paint on the walls, Berwald's stark white furniture in lonely groups across the large dining hall, with Mathias' balloon bouquet on the counter the only spot of life.
Flashing Lukas a thumbs-up, "I'm on it, boss!"