A/N Hi!!! I've been planning this fic for a while and I'm so happy to finally be publishing it!! I should be updating every Wednesday and I promise that all the pairings I tagged will turn up in later chapters!!!

Special shout out to RoninReverie for all their awesome support and ideas!!!

And another to bar2d2 who kindly let me borrow their premise!!

When he first walked in Hera mistakenly assumed he was a hipster.

As the owner of an independent coffee shop called The Ghost (yes she was aware that it was an odd name and no she was not planning on changing it) there was certainly no shortage of them walking through her doors. Each of them walking proud with their man buns, light scarfs and tight jeans. This man almost fit the description, with his tight green shirt and trousers. However unlike the others his hair had been tried back in a low pony tail with strands hanging loose around his slim face and a few scratches of hair on the end of his chin. Usually hipsters had the look of someeone who tried to appear like they didn't care about their appearance but it was obvious that they spent hours meticulously planning ever hair on their head. However this man clearly did not care about his appearance in the slightest. Hera wasn't sure if he'd even showered.

"Can I get a black coffee please?" He said when it was turn to order. That was the second sign. Most hipsters usually ordered something so complicated she sometimes had to remake it multiple times until she got it precisely right. He just took his drink with a simple nod of thanks before he went to sit down in the corner of the room which was the third sign. Usually they sat in the window with their laptops or notebooks if they're feeling extra open, so all those that walk past can see their latest artistic genius without actually bragging.

But he was sat hidden away in the very corner of the room. His eyes either trained on the door or clouded over in a lost memory until someone too enthusiastically opened the door with a bang causing him to jump. It was that lost look that solidified it to her. She knew that look. She recognised it from herslef. She wondered if his reasons for it were similar to hers.

For a moment she wondered it she should ask him about it but quickly banished the thought away. She knew from personal experience how it felt when people started prodding you with questions.

She made sure she was was in his line of sight when she walked over to him with a full pot.

"Thank you." He said his voice slightly rough due to either lack of sleep or alcohol Hera suspected judging by his wide and sunken eyes. Possible even both.

At least he still had his manners unlike the other less savoury customers who'd come into her shop.

"You're welcome." Hera went back to the counter to serve other customers but kept a watchful eye on the mysterious stranger. She couldn't explain why but there was something intriguing about him. Maybe it was just that underneath the beard and the sleep and the smell was a once handsome face ...or maybe it was something deeper.

A short whole later the man got up and left. For some unknown reason Hera felt slightly disappointed. She gave herself a slight shake and told herself that she was being ridiculous, that she would most likely never seen the man again.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

A/N I'm sorry this chapter is so short!!! Trust me they get a lot longer from here!!! Xxxxxxxxx