Diluc X Gn!Reader
W: Mention of alcohol
Regulars are someone good businessman should always remember. So yeah, Diluc definitely remembers to ask Kaeya and Venty to pay before they drink all dandelion wine stocks. And he perfectly memories this very one bottle of a pomegranate wine he serves to the table on the far side of the wall. On the first floor, so you can always hear the bard's gnawing song.
It started so suddenly, yet the begging was so common for red haired man. You - he never saw you before, just another traveller - came to his tavern, luckily this one evening he was in a good mood enough to be a barman himself. Took one bottle of wine and came to the table. It was a professional habit to observe all the time, so Diluc was left discouraged when he realized that this evening no one would join you. You left the bar almost at midnight, with the half of the bottle untouched.
Somehow, he always gets used to new people at his tavern. Doesn't matter how strange they are sometimes.
One new costumer who always appeared on the threshold of his tavern, just after sunset, every two weeks on Thursdays. One bottle of wine, untouched, only for you. As a good businessman himself, after a month and a half he prepared this bottle at the bar, so you will not have to wait for it. This surprise and gratitude that you were remembered that showed on your face the moment he gave you a bottle even before you took out the mora, was definitely worth it.
You always took the same table, and somehow it became some kind of a routine for Diluc. Small piece of stability he learned how to appreciate. He learned that you like pomegranate because it reminds you your home. You need it in the breaks during your mind blowing missions. It's a pure accident, bit he saw scars covering your arms and heard your little drunk complains about those people memories of those you preferred to keep left behind. And you wait for this one silly bard's song each evening, because it always touches your heart. Not like you'd like anyone to know abot that. Song is silly, lyrics are too sappy, so you even feel ashamed. Diluc smiles politely when you ask him do not tell anyone. He thinks it's cute. Too cute for - even regular - customer.
He finds himself liking this silly routine even more and more.
Although he is kinda shy around you when he sees you at the city the same days. He is a barmen for you, right? So no messing between work and "friendship".
He mentally breaks when you don't come the next week. And two weeks after that. And even in a month he doesn't see you either. So each Thursday's midnight he spasmodically squeezes the bottle, with dark glass and even darker liquid. Takes it back to the cellar. And prepares in the ice bucket in a week. Maybe you left, maybe something happened during your traveling. Ther is no chance for him to find out. Or probably he is afraid to check it up and find out the truth.
He walks around the city this quiet evening. No mood to be at the bar, today is too overwhelming already. And he sees you. You rest your elbows on the railing and just enjoy the silence of the evening. The very first thought?
He is nothing more but a barmen for you. But he is happy you are safe and sound.
Diluc dared to come closer to greet you, only to notice familiar bottle in your hands. Only a quarter left. You smile, but not the same as all those weeks before. A little more tired, a little more broken. Maybe he imagines, but a little to warmer towards him. You offer the bottle, but he doesn't take it. Neither asks how your mission went. He knows the answer.
But he smiles. "Welcome back" Not his lips, his eyes. You are here, you are safe. His favourite Thursday visitor.